The pain is unbelievable
as the blade goes in my wrist...

Full of hate
knowing only pain...

I used to be myself
I used to be just like everyone else...

I know you'll never read this,
nor will you know how I feel...

Armed with a razor
armed with a knife...

She wasn’t loved
And she hadn’t a friend...

I run through the dark
trying to escape myself...

As a gaze in the mirror
I see a smile and shining eyes...

I used to slit my wrists
and cry myself to sleep...

I will lead you
not for the good...

A broken heart
an endless lie...

My scars are hidden
beneath long sleeves...