Waking up in your own blood
Not knowing how or why
All you do is clean it up
Never telling anyone
You see the object that you cut with
Still dripping your blood
Clean it up as well
And put it back
Even when you sleep
You still cut
What bothers you in your mind
Is it the pain that comes out when your unconscious?
We all have our ways
To deal with things
Some punch, some cut, some sleep
Some start to drink and do drugs
It's not just the Goths
it's not just the depresses people
It's the preps too
They just hide it better
They hide it because
That means they are like the ones they hate
They feel shame
They hate them even more
So many times
So much blood
So many cuts It comes almost like a flood.
