i didn't know how she could do it but now i do,
at the time it's a thing that makes sense, rarely to others but always to you.
different thing shep different people cope,
when they lack in strenth and have no hope.
friends tell you over and over that they're there for you,
when the pain kicks in and it's the only thing you wanna do.
no one understand and they feel at blame,
you know it's not them but it doesn't help to explain.
you don't do it because of others, it's all inside you,
it's all the bad and the anger and hate for yourself
that makes you do what you do.
some people think it's insane and totally mad,
other feel sorry that life can be that bad.
most people thinks your actions totally horrific,
but hte release it gives makes you feel terrific.
it's the only thing to do that'll help,
it's the only thing to show what you felt.
the bad flows out like a rushing river,
but then the thought of what you've done makes you shiver.
you try not to do it, not for you but for them,
the guilt kicks in butt he rewards liek a precious gem.
the reddest of rubbies sparkling bright,
a feeling of relief and such a beautiful sight.
the scars and the cuts are like old school friends,
and there's only one way to maek sure it ends.