Cutter

CUTTER:

Her eyes have seen a lot of things
throughout her troubled years
She held it back
and thought she'd crack
if she didn't show someone her tears
She called up her friend and she told her
how everything was making her blue
And somehow her friend
again and again
always knew what to do
But one day her mood sank really low
and she didn't tell her friend
No one knows why
she wanted to die
she wanted it all just to end
Her heart felt if it was shattered now
her many tears, what were they for
She looked around
and saw on the ground
a knife she never saw there before
Now in her room, the knife to her arm
a small voice told her to go
"Just do this right now
don't let them help you out
they don't care about you, you know."
She nodded to that tiny voice
pressed hard, and turned her head
"The tears that have won
will finally be gone
I'll cut myself instead."
So now her arms were sore and red
she didn't stop the pain
instead of the "hi's"
all she heard was "goodbye's"
her life seemed now wasted in vein
She needed up in the mental ward
they said that they would help
but instead of good views
they gave her the blues
and pushed her back into her shell
When she finally went back to her home
she was crying and still felt the pain
and then realized
with terrified eyes
that she still felt the same
And so her arms got cut again
the feeling of release
she looked at herself
then the knife that she held
and wondered what she had achieved
A couple days later her world all caved in
and no one could bring her around
she sat like a stone
didn't answer the phone
when her friend wanted to ask to come down
She grabbed the knife again that day
She cut a lot worse as she cried
She kept right on going
without even knowing
that a couple days later, she'd die
So let this be a lesson to all
don't think that someone's OK
if they tell you they're fine
and yet they still cry
do a favor, stick around, help them live.