they look at me
and they don't see
don't see my soul
screaming for help
I'm not under control
I feel the pain
I feel the anger
I go to my room
leave me alone
where is it
where is that knife
I feel like shit
i can't handle it
it's nice, the pain
I feel great again
but was it worth it?
my arm full of blood
having to hide it
but it feels so good
I can't handle it
they don't see the pain
they don't see the cuts
they don't care
about what I do
thats so nice
but is it good?