My wrists are stinging, this familiar pain
Its comforting relief, it keeps me sane
Emotional pain is holding me back, yet causing me to cut
For people talk about me when their mouths should just stay shut
Shouting music, angered words, they frequently fill the room
Making me think of my own death, and if I'll be the cause of my doom
I've thought about suicide, that I cant deny
It's not too hard to overlook it, you can see it in my eyes
I keep making mistakes in life so I turn to sharp things for relief
And drag them deep inside my skin to get rid of my grief
I hide these vuts from people, when they ask then I just lie
If only they had known the truth, and how I wanted to die
People just cant handle these things, im sorry to admit
Most are just too immature and im sick of all their shit
I dont kno what wrong with me, its not right to feel this way
But deep inside I know that these feelings will always stay
So to all the people out there who feels these kind of things cant be spoken
I can relate and I know what its like to have a heart thats always broken