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Cuts
Just a few more cuts on my arm
Nothing major I am used to the harm
With each cut my sins are healed
It is getting harder to keep my scars concealed
To much stress riding on my shoulder
Before my blade my word was much colder
Those who know me still don’t understand my pain
In my situation they don’t see what is to gain
Don’t judge me by my words, if you don’t know me
It hurts so bad can’t you see?
Those who judge me force me to slice my skin
Because I feel dirty I release my sin
In my life I have lost all I treasured
Now my body is scarred, cuz pain in my pleasure
I know what you are thinking, but it is not my goal to die
And when I cut, all I want to do is cry
You don’t understand me, so don’t act like you do
We all release pain mine is just different than you
And since when is being different so wrong?
Some people pop pills or drink to get along
It is hypocrites like you, which drive me to harm
And that is why I cut my arm
Now you see the world through my eyes,
With my vision blurred, I break down and cry
