CuttingIn class I sit with my notebook openMore Like This
But I can't help but hear the kids next to me
They're so sad their clothes are crying
I frown as I remember a time when I was-
When I had so much self pity.
The kids next to me moan as they complain,
"No one gets me-noone cares-life is meaningless"
It's a circle that they go in
And I don't have to ask why they feel this way.
Their mom ignores them
Or maybe their Dad left them.
They were the one's the other kids picked on
And all they ever wanted was to feel needed.
I know all of this because that was me.
That was me and that will always be me.
The kids pull up their sleeves and compare battle wounds
"Dude, you did that last night? Wow, it's deep."
I want to scream at them. I want to yell
How can someone cut themselves for attention?!
How could they show it off like it was some sort of fashion statement?
Did they know how much I hate the scars
The scars that riddle my thighs,
The scar that will never leave my forearm?
They didn't know.
I roll my eyes
CuttingYou asked me to stop cutting.More Like This
Dont you understand?
Talking doesnt help.
Yeah, I show up to school with cuts and scars.
But you must, you have to, understand why,
I do what I do.
Its not some fad.
Im not looking for attention.
Im not doing it because everyone else is.
Nor am I doing it because I think its cool.
I do it because I dont know how.
How to stop the pain...
CuttingCriss-cross, Cut and SlashMore Like This
Blood drips falling, Splash, Splash
Wounds heal but scars remain
Errors of Past is their Domain
Jigged and Jagged some Wounds don't Heal
It takes nightmares and makes them Real
These scars will never disappear
People that shed too many Tears
Ricketty, Ricketty your mind goes numb
Stupidity is always dumb
Never fun at other's Expense
Never fun when there is Pain you can't Sense
Slash and Jagged all Ricketty when will it end
Nothing is good if you're Dead in the End.