Single Sharp Blade

Feelings I hide, quiet all around
they hurt deep inside,
there's no way out.
A single sharp blade
I start to cry
hidden' by the tiny marks
live my life a lie.
A plea for help,
but no one hears,
the significance of pain,
runs down with every tear.
I cannot stop, to weak to know.
Single sharp blade,
the marks grow and grow,
I run my finger down
every tiny mark,
If I cut to deep,
no need to alarm.
It's my secret, that no one knows
with each tiny mark
the hurting grows and grows.
I cannot stop, the pain so dear
a little bit leaks out,
with every single tear.
The single sharp blade
seeps my pain away,
remembrance on my arm,
the marks will always stay.
I cry for help,
a plea for love,
I look below,
but is there an above?
With every little tear
that falls from my face,
with every little cut
embarrass, disgrace.
Single sharp blade
leaves marks just so,
the pain doesn't stop
it continues to grow.
A single sharp blade,
I start to cry,
hidden' by those tiny marks
live my life a lie.