Knife + Arm = better

I put the knife to my writs and arm
I watch the blood drip to the ground
I watch the all my sorrow slip away
Today was not a very good day
I put on my arm warmers
So no one can see
The scars from where my pain sleeps from me
It doesn't make it better
It doesn't make it right
But know one would care if I died tonight
Nobody knows the pain I feel
They think they can see through me...I say "get real!"
They have no idea they have no clue
On what some days I can't help but do
I cut myself
Then it's alright
I cover the wounds
And think it's alright