I slit my wrists
but you dont see why
you think i am faking
you think i am a joke
soon you will see
that you are wrong
I cut away my cares
with the slashes upon my wrists
only becasue i have no other way to release my pain
release my anger
release my stress
release my saddness
you cant get mad at me when i cut
you cant yell at me and tell me to drop it
it will make me want to do it more
i cant stop becasue someone wants me to
although i try so hard
and i mean i really do
cant you see that ive been good?
cant you see ive been trying?
no need to take that knife i have in my hand away from me
i wont use it on myself
i dont show my cuts off
i dont wear my depression upon my sleeve
i keep it bottled up
locked up
deep down inside
i keep my cuts
and i keep my scars
hidden from the world
so no one can see
you wear what you call your depression
what you call your self-mutilation problem
upon your sleeve
for all the world to see
i was sick and you ignored
turned your back on my feelings
now im dead
and now you regret not helping me
when you should have
I watched the Avril replay of when she was on channel V...fuck she was good!!!