Dont ask me to explain,
dont tell me you understand;
this pain is felt by only me,
so dont hold out your hand.
i dont want your sympathy,
i dont crave your attention;
i dont want to talk about it,
it\'s better left unmentioned.
i dont care if each slash hurts you
or that each cut makes you cringe,
i dont give a damn if it hurts you more,
im fighting the me within.
i\'ll slit my wrists and cut my arms,
or bleed until completely drained;
the only thing i can control
is the stinging, the throbbing, the pain.
i hate myself i hate my life,
i\'d rather have never lived;
theres nothing i deserve to take,
i dont have a thing to give.
i see everyone looking at me,
i see their eyes dart to the scars;
i feel their stares, i feel them judge me,
i hear them whisper from afar.
but the scars are a reminder
that among all the hurt there\'s one release;
they suffice until i can bleed again,
killing myself in peace.
