Pull out the stitches, one by one,
The warp is left, it's come undone...
I'm a cut, cut, cutter
the pain just feels so good...
Dear mom and dad
when you read this, don't be sad...
*Feeling confused at the time*
Speak to me, my precious...
It's not that I dont want to
Or that I don't know how...
Please don't cut,
That's what they always say...
I have opened up
Exposed myself completely...
Some people say,
that men don't cry...
Dear depression you have done me wrong
With all this hurt and pain...
I'm afraid to answer that
Because I'm not fine...
I lose sleep, wondering what might have been,
What will be, and what should have been...
Pain can’t be understood.
To do so...