Take the knife,
To make a slice...
Tears strolling down her face
Wondering what life is about...
With every cut you make
a tear is shed...
Why do I feel so alone,
Even though people say they care...
I hate the way we get labeled,
'Emo' i hear them shout and laugh...
Remember when you were small,
and a cut was nothing at all...
We have cause to believe you have endangered...
Now child, we may not see through all your lies...
There was so much drama that night
I was at a friends house but I wanted to go home...
People think i cut to get attention but i don't
I have 33 cuts on my arm and each and everyone...
A simple smile, a pity laugh, a shameless hug,
is that too much to ask...
I could stand in front of you and still you...
Im crying trying to hold back my feelings that are...
Have you ever felt helpless?
Like no matter what you do...