Why should I cry?
I know I want to die
The tears I'd cry
are locked inside
locked away from all who see
They must not see the pain I feel
They wont understand
I just cant explain
I just have the urge to cut again
I cant control it how I feel
when the knife's in my hands
and the blood is real
I cut again one more time
thinking of how
I AM IN CONTROL
no'one can stop me
no'one at all
not even the doctor or the aslylum hall
I've been there once for cutting before
I'm not going to stop... I have nothing to live for