And traced it along your wrist
Praying for the strength to press down
And give it a sharp twist
Wanting nothing more
Then to ease the pain you feel
Wanting to bleed enough
To show you that you’re real
Have you ever picked up a razor
And dragged it across your skin
Longing to let out
Everything you hold within
Wanting to release
The pain you never show
Wanting not to worry
About that things you can’t control
Have you ever picked up a razor
And pressed it’s sharp edge to your thigh
Hoping to make the blood flow
‘Cause you're unable to cry
Wanting to numb your feelings
Make every emotion melt away
Wanting to calm yourself
So you can feel “okay”
Have you ever picked up a razor
For any of the reasons that I listed
If your answer is no
I bet you think I’m pretty twisted
I know that I’m not “normal”
And you may think that I’m insane
But I never wanted to hurt myself
I just wanted to end my pain
