He did this to me, and they made me do it.
All the things built up inside:

....He was perfect except for the lies,
....The lies I knew but let myself believe.

....They glared, they laughed, they antagonized.
....Their open hatred didn't have any reason.


It all left me lonely, empty, hated, worthless.
That's when I snapped and there was no turning back.

I found a single blade on the back of a razor.
The pain was released from fourteen oozing cuts.

Then I knew what I had done could never be taken back:
I was never supposed to be the one to do this.

I called him and he helped me fix what I had done.
His "love" and his "caring" is all that got me through.

I wish he knew that, but I can't tell him now.
Now he hates me, we can't even talk.

If only he still loved me like he did before...
The fact that he doesn't just makes me cut more.

My arms, my legs, my hips are all proof of:
The heartache, the pain, the tears that come every night.

I feel lonely...
I feel empty...
I feel hated and worthless,
I just want to cry.

The bleeding of my heart makes me want to burst
And I only know one way to fix this pain.

Now I've made a promise to never cut again,
I want to keep my word, but I don't think I can.

This evil addiction can never end...