What if

What if you saw my arm one day
And all those bloody trails?
Will you be able to understand why
I cut when all else fails?

Would you tell me to stop the cutting
Because what I do is wrong?
Will you try to convince me again
That I'm really very strong?

Will you tell me otherwise
When I say "you won't understand"?
Answer me this question
Have you sat with a knife in your hand?

Have you even contemplated
Or thought about suicide?
Do you have any f u c k ed up emotions
That you always try to hide?

Have you ever lost best friends
Because of the blade of a f u c k ing knife?
Are you stuck in deep depression
Always trying to end your life?

Do you have the scars I have
That decorate your wrist?
And if you try to smile
Do you smile with a twist?

How about all that precious blood
That's keeping you alive?
Do you shed it every night
Making it difficult to survive?

Have you ever stayed up late
While endless tears you cried?
Have you felt that horrible feeling
Like part of you just died?

Have you ever taken drugs
So the time will just pass by?
Have you found yourself to think
How perfect it'll be to die?

Have you attempted suicide so much
That you've already lost count?
Will even the tears you've ever cried
Add up to that amount?

If you try to help me out
Don't assume you know how I feel
The truth is you can't mend my heart
And you can't make my cuts heal

So just answer all these questions
Before you give me any advice
Just think it over clearly
Think it over twice.