Can you feel my pain,
Can you see me crying,
With another slash of the knife,
I feel more like dying.
This knife I have now become friends with,
For I have lost all my others,
They think I am a freak, I know they do,
With every name they call I shudder.
As I watch the blood run down,
Itâs a funny kinda feeling,
I look at my reflection with disgust,
Because at the mirror I have been kneeling.
I hide my pain and fears,
I cover them with a smile,
Every day I put on this act,
That I believe my life is worth-while.
But really itâs all a lie,
Most days I feel like dying,
Because no-one can feel my pain,
No-one can see my crying.
So every day I come home from school,
I take out my dirty blood-stained friend,
To add more scars to my collection,
I come home. I take the knife put it in my skin
And make more obvious this message im trying to send.
People say iam seeking for attention,
And others just donât care,
But all I want is a chance to feel a feeling,
A feeling that isnât there.
But when I cut myself,
With every inch I slice,
I come to a conclusion,
The conclusion I hate my life.
I feel I am doing wrong,
Taken the wrong path somewhere,
I donât think ill ever find this feeling,
This feeling that isnât there.
I cut harder to punish myself,
For there is only me to blame,
I constantly f**k up my life,
As it burns me like a flame.
But these cuts release a feeling,
A feeling that wasnât there,
I canât really describe it,
All I can do is stare.
The more I cut, itâs like a drug,
I become obsessed and addicted,
With this new feeling I encounter,
I have become inflicted.
Itâs like a rush of happiness,
A rush I constantly desire,
So now you know why I do it,
Now donât call me a liar.
My excuses I give out are really lame and crap,
I know they arenât the best,
Itâs hard to make them on the spot,
Whilst you notice my scars when getting dressed.
I admire you, so popular,
I wish I were just like you,
You look at me the same as everyone,
God if only you knew.
So here it is, as I feel
I type my story for you,
Hoping for you to understand,
I donât have the same feelings as you.
Please forgive me, whoever finds,
My body on the floor,
For now im gone, at long last,
I canât feel pain anymore.
