How can I explain this to you, to those who do not know,
That cutting is how I deal and its not for show.
How can I answer all the questions why?
When it's so hard to explain that I just wanted to die.
How can make you believe that this isn't your fault,
That suddenly my world came to a quick and heavy halt.
How can I tell you why I'm so depressed?
Without you running out the door too scared of what I confessed.
How can I do something and have it hurt you too,
When relieving me of my misery was all I was trying to do.
How can I tell you that cutting to me feels right,
When you don't have a care in the world and you're never in a fight.
How can I hide this from you and still be myself?
Knowing that I need you knowing I need your help.
Somehow this is what I have become,
So how can I explain to you all that I have done.
How can I tell you that I'm my greatest fear,
And how I feel after I shed a million tears.
How can you understand extreme pain when all you've ever felt is happiness?
And how can I explain how sometimes more is less.
How can I tell you these things knowing what you'll say,
You'll tell me that it's stupid in every single way.
I didn't ask for your opinion I asked for your help,
So I don't have to take on the world by myself.
How can I do this, how will you understand,
That life isn't all fun and games and about holding hands.
How oh how will you react to the truth,
The truth that I have been hiding all of my youth.
