A late night visit in my dreams,
Where nothing else is as it seems...

With scars on my wrists and tears in my eyes,
I hide the pain that I feel inside...

I'm sorry that I dissapear,
I'm sorry that I did these things...

Im just writing to let you know
You are the one Im thinking of...

To my superficial friends, you know who you are,
To you my death would never leave a scar...

I was so lost and confused,
Never saw the way...

The smoke fills my lungs,
The alcohol impairs my judgement...

Pain's sharp bite, it sets me free,
Allowing me self control...

Bitter dreams and lonely halls,
My nightmares pervade these hollow walls...

I'm sorry I must go but I'll leave you with this,
For it's you who are one of the few I shall miss...

I am a cutter, so what, does it look like I care?
It helps keep me alive, get me through my despair...