If I don't want to stop cutting
Why is It so bad...

I can hear the cries of the wounded all around me...
Oh, such piercing woeful screams...

A little boy left out in the cold
A little boy beaten to a bloody pulp...

Here it is dear,
the plain truth...

I cut again,
not a big surprise...

Do you know how hard it is not to cut
So hard it makes you want to scream...

Your screaming words
are hurting my head...

Screw everything,
I'm tired of it all...

My skin is gushing blood
I'm sick...

Off my tongue streams lies
As my insides bleed black...

I know you're ashamed of me mother
I can see it in your eyes...

So afraid to try to quit again,
Because deep sown...