I cut my wrist when I feel low
Just so I can see my blood flow...

I am an artist
That noone knows...

As I stand by the mirror
on the medicine cabinet...

I don't have anybody to talk to,
I don't have anybody to confide in...

The day you turned sixteen
coming to school with a bandaged arm...

too tired to live...

my friends think im suicidal
they don't get it...

I will draw you a picture
Of all my inner pain...

Blood-painted walls
stained with lies...

These feelings
are they real...

Little Suzy was only 12
she had not one friend...

She took the knife
and held it to her heart...