Cutting

Hitting my head against the wall,

cutting my arm the blood that falls

letting the razor slice me away,

now i know i\'m not okay...

what brought me all this pain?

what made me hide in shame?

why was it me that had to pay?

why do i not feel okay?

why is the razor my only friend?

why does it cut, and cut and never ends?

why can\'t i see something new,

why can\'t i? i don\'t know what to do

how come they don\'t understand?

why can\'t they just take my hand?

why can\'t they just help me through,

why can\'t they help me be someone new?

hiding the emotions that i feel,

trying to ignore it, but it\'s real,

the scars on my arm tell the stories,

of my pain, lost goals and glories

crying out, everyday and night,

i\'m losing my head, sanity and sight,

i\'m losing a battle never meant to win,

and i feel me starting to give in

tears do not describe my pain,

i just i\'m going insane,

cutting away what\'s left of me,

how could that happen, how could that be

people see the mask i wear,

but i feel my covers begin to tear,

hiding all is that i feel,

cutting just so i can deal

lying away from my friends,

all the pain that never ends,

they believe my every happy lie,

but inside i want to die

they don\'t know who is me,

cuz this me isn\'t the me they see

i\'m not happy, it don\'t show,

cuz i don\'t want them to know

cutting all of me away,

trying to hide it, lying it\'s ok,

nothing will be what it was,

cuz of my pain, look at what it does

scars no longer satify me,

i want those idiots just to see,

i want them to know, i want to tell,

i want them to know i live in hell!

~I made in before i fell asleep in the the Psycho Ward... I like it...~