Where are the hands that helped me walk?
Where is the voice that taught me how to talk?
You walked away dear mother
And now that i need you i know u wont be there
And all i am left with is my deep dispear

As u run ur hand along my wrists
u find scars of wounds past
but each iz a reminder
that u werent der when i needed u most

As u run ur hands upon my wrists and look into my eyes
You see my fear, shame, pain and my hope that ull undastand
But when i look into ur eyes i see nufin not even a gleamer of pity

Dont look at me and say ive changed
i just cant hide this pain any longer

Im reaching out for help but i cnt find your hand

You look at her, what do you see?
A smile, laughter, happy as can be?
But when I look I see the pain behind her eyes
Her silent battle, her painful cries

The scars upon my wrists will heal
unlike the scars upon my heart which never will

You cut in every angle
and yet you dnt realise that every cut upon your wrist
is one upon my heart

Every cut upon my wrists is a reminder of everything you did

Why fall in love when love falls apart....