Ill draw u a picture Ill draw it with a twist, Ill draw it with a razor blade Ill draw it on my wrist, and if I draw it correctly a red fountain will pour spilling all my sorrow down to the floor
Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin, and pray for the courage to press down
I am Little bit of loneliness A little bit of disregard A handful of complaints But I cant help the fact That everyone can see these scars
know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside">
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything
It wasn't a suicide attempt, it was an escape from everything awful.
When we cut, we're in control - we make our own pain, ans we can stop it whenever we want. Physical pain relieves mental anguish. For a brief moment, the pain of the cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind, and when that stops and the other comes back, it's weaker. Drugs do that that too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing is like cutting
Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding Would it be wrong, would it be right If I took my life tonight, chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
and I'm contemplating suicide
I drew the blade across my wrist
to see how it would feel.
I looked into the future,
there was nothing to reveal
i hurt myself today
to see if i could feel i
hurt myself you said
to try to make him feel
so i hurt myself again
to see if he'd see me
i hurt myself again
i know he never could see me
