You try to be different but your constantly victimized, you know deep inside that its wrong to be this despised, still you cant help but believe your to blame, your hearts aching strongly when you breathe your in pain, you keep what your feeling hidden from your family, you don’t want them knowing that you dig in your anatomy, then you fall into another dark depression, your eyes turn teary before you start the session, as you hold the knife you say “this will fix it all, the new scars will never be discovered if the slits are small,” then once again you puncture your skin, one can only think what you wonder within, you have something near to help wipe the blood away, in your life this is just like any other day, you hate life you cant wait for morality, as self harm is now your escape from reality,

Just to cover up the pain, their’s cuts on your wrist blood stained on the blade, wish you didn’t have too but you need it to be saved, think its time to heal the wounds let the hurting go away x2.

Tears stream out like a current in a river, you try to self-reflect but theres nothing in the mirror, your life just seems to crumble and fall to pieces, your questioning the purpose of life and all its reasons, “why am I alive the world is better without me, I already know theres no one out there to help me”, then you remember how to take the pain away, as you think “I’ll use this razor blade on my vein today”, so you line the knife up amongst all the other scars, you push it down and pull it back and make another fast, a couple minutes pass the blood is draining from your wrist, and you still haven’t asked what your gaining from this risk, instead you live the moment cus you feel your in control, that blade of steel is how you get some healing in your soul, you ignore all the blood line the knife up once again, think to yourself “life sucks” then it ends.

Just to cover up the pain, their’s cuts on your wrist blood stained on the blade, wish you didn’t have too but you need it to be saved, think its time to heal the wounds let the hurting go away x2.

Death is a given but so is living life, I cant help directly so I give advice, when your feeling down find one to confide in, life can only brighten and the sun will just slide in, cuttings good for nothing it only makes matters worse, you feel you deserve it and that’s why your glad it hurts, in the moment you may think the pain is nice, but bigger picture is the scars remain for life, the day you realize this you’ll regret ever making them, the broken promises you’ll regret ever breaking them, so the next time you hold a sharp object, is when you’ve got the chance to really start progress, do what you know is right and walk away from it, from that moment onwards you can talk the day you quit, and use what you’ve been through to help raise awareness, I will carry on until without the days of smeared wrists.

Just to cover up the pain, their’s cuts on your wrist blood stained on the blade, wish you didn’t have too but you need it to be saved, think its time to heal the wounds let the hurting go away x4.