I wanted everyone to understand
How hard it is to give up on
The one thing that 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 cause 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 off it
Is to cut and to cut deep.
Pull my sleeves down to cover the scars
Wallow in guilt in shame that it's gone this far
If only somebody would have hugged me and said they loved me
But that's no 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 everything's okay.
And if there were a better choice
Some other way to make myself feel good
I'd take it and grab it with both hands
People who cut are so missunderstood.
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.