I cut so i can feel
i feel to know it's real
my soul is so numb
i'm scared of what i've become
slicing my own veins
something i cannot explain
to anyone, not even my friends

I fake a smile
and say everythings all right
i don't let you see me crying
cause inside i'm really dying

Close my eyes and move to the back of my mind where feelings mean nothing now

the used

Broken shards under worn feet
scattered pieces of broken lives

Those cuts werent meant to hurt anyone but me
those scars werent meant to haunt anyone but me
how do i fix this?

We dont always see the bright side and i lied when i said i was fine

My world is crumbling around me and i have nothing to hold on to. maybe i should just let go...

A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
i freaked out thinking people didnt love me
i watched closely as the you i knew i knew forgot me
in letting go i am so proud of what i've done

razorblade-blue october

I cant pretend i dont care anymore
i cant pretend i'm not falling apart
i'm not sure where to go from here..

When everything around you is a reminder of what you used to be, how do you keep from going back there?

when all you can see are the scars, how do you keep yourself from creating more?