they ask me why I cut myself
Say I'm crazy and that I need help
Do you do this to be seen?
Hell no! I do this instead of scream.
I can't scream, but have to get it out
So when I cut my arm becomes my mouth.
The blood is the words that never will be spoken
The pain is the heart that never can be unbroken
The scar is the reminder of that I deserve to be dead
And the cutting again is for the tears i couln't shead
It's a circle, it goes around
A drop of red scream without a sound
A helpless soul that can't be saved
A lonely girl, sad and afraid..
They keep asking why I cut myself
I'm going crazy.............Help
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