You try to be different but your constantly victimized, you know deep inside that its wrong to be this despised, still you can't 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,” and 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 can't wait for morality, as self harm is now your escape from reality You cover up the pain, from those who've made you cry, it's time to realize, that you are not alone, so put away the blade, only you can change your ways, its time to heal the wounds, there's someone who loves you 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 pa** 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 s**s” then it ends You cover up the pain, from those who've made you cry, it's time to realize, that you are not alone, so put away the blade, only you can change your ways, its time to heal the wounds, there's someone who loves you You cover up the pain, from those who've made you cry, it's time to realize, that you are not alone, so put away the blade, only you can change your ways, its time to heal the wounds, there's someone who loves you d**h is a given but so is living life, I can't 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, the 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 You cover up the pain, from those who've made you cry, it's time to realize, that you are not alone, so put away the blade, only you can change your ways, its time to heal the wounds, there's someone who loves you. x2