Shhh�

Shhh...
Can you keep a secret?
Cause no one understands
I pretend to be happy
When really I'm sad
I'm afraid to tell anyone
About the secrets I hide
So instead when they ask me
I just make up a lie
The bloody knuckles are from a fight
Not from punching the walls
The cuts on my wrists are not a problem
They're from a fall
When I try to run away
The problems always follow
Addicted to cutting
Blood always dripping
I really love it
I still get to keep on living
Enduring the pain
But staying sane
It's harder than you think
Sometimes it goes too deep
But never have I died
So I will never quit
I will keep on cutting
To get away from this sh*t