my friends think im suicidal
they don't get it...

The blade that I once longed for
was right in from of my face...

You see me this morning
and think to yourself why theres scars on my wrist...

She took the knife
and held it to her heart...

I don't have anybody to talk to,
I don't have anybody to confide in...

One day you woke up
knowing today was the day...

There she sits so helpless
Just waiting for that special day...

This probally doesn't make sence, and i know it...
I stare at her in envy...

Reminders.
Souvenirs...

Im waiting for you to say my name
scream it through the hall...

No matter how hard
i try to fit her mold...

Dear Cutting,
Thanks for helping me calm down...