People are always asking me why I cut.
I cut to let out the pain I hold within.
I cut because crying is not enough.
I cut because I am breakin'.
I should just give up.
Unknown, walking in this world alone.
Holding my own hand, no one will ever understand.
If I said this wasn't hell, I would be lyin' to myself.
No, I do not need help.
People are always telling me better ways to cope, that there is lots of hope.
I cut to feel better inside, feels better than being denied.
I cut because I want to be perfect, but I don't know my purpose.
I cut because your way doesn't work, that's why I'm always faking a smirk.
I cut because I feel useless. I am a nuisance.
I want to be okay, but I am nothing but a posion.
I feel my heart has frozen. My mind has broken.
I will never break free from these emotions.