Its only been 2 months
But its still so hard...

Deep down they don't care
deep down no one's there...

You can hide so many things behind a smile
nobody knows how your feeling...

I'm slipping away
how long will this pain end...

I drag the blade across my wrist
the wounds are real...

Why the hell do you patronize me?
who can you understand what i feel...

Popping pills
and cheap thrills...

You can see
The wounds I have made...

Razors are sharp
razors are bad...

When i cut
it feels so good...

Cover up my scars
hide them from the world...

Why are people so concerned that we cut?
they should worry about what causes it...