Every night i sit and cry
Wondering why I'd rather die...

I am always mad
i am always sad...

When people ask why i cut
i say think just a minute...

Everyone hopes and everyone dreams
Everyone cries and everyone screams...

The self injury and the depression is slowly...
The venerated blade is slowly becoming my enemy...

My mom hates me
My dad doesn't care...

One day we will all leave this earth
so we must live life for all it is worth...

To look back on our past
And relive our memories...

To my family
i must leave you...

I am the same person
That I've always been...

I remembered, before you kicked me out
i thought you loved me, without a dought...

I am a cutter
yes it is true...