I wanted everyone to understand 
How hard it is to give up on 
The one thing that's makes you feel better 
I hate how they all say it's wrong 
But I guess the idea of self-harm 
Is unthinkable for people who've never been there 
So they yell and shout saying it's selfish 
And we run off cos we think they don't care 

If only they knew how much we bleed 
How we cry ourselves to sleep 
And the only way we can take our mind of it 
Is to cut, and cut deep 


Pull my sleeves down to cover the scars 
Wallow in guilt in shame that it's gone this far 
If only somebody had hugged me and said they loved me 
But that's not the way people are 


I guess it's hard for them to see 
And parents feel they failed us somehow 
It's easier for them to shout 
To cover the guilt they feel now 


The sad thing is so many kids 
End up feeling cutting is the only way 
It's a solution, if only temporary 
Because for a few seconds, every thing's okay 


And if there were a better choice 
Some other way to make myself feel good 
I'd take it, grab it with both hands 
People who cut are so misunderstood 


My parents never speak about love 
Like it's a subject only on TV 
Other kids have other reasons 
But it's lack of love that's got me
                               














































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