It started out in kindergarten
Counting, one two three
Every single shining fruit
On the apple treeTeacher called out very clear
To say each number loud
We wanted to sound smart
So we said our numbers proudOn we marched up through the grades
Counting numbers, ready to add
One two three four five six seven
But nothing's a challenge; it's really sadThen comes multiplication
Work is getting hard
One times two is two
Every single answer on an index cardNext we're almost to middle school
This is getting harder, day by day
Counting minutes, counting hours
School's almost out in MayOh, look! It's seventh grade!
We're big kids, no?
Counting "boyfriends"
But it's all just for showSuddenly I'm sad and mad and gloomy
I don't know what to do
So I count out cuts
Starting with one, then twoGoing from two to twenty
I'm not sure how, but it escalates
Little scars on my skin,
I'm feeling greatI shouldn't be doing this
One two three
Oh my fucking god
This is bad, I'm not healthyBloodstains everywhere
Blood and blood, bloodier and bloodier
Cut too deep
I start to shudderNow I'm counting therapy visits
Twice every single week
They tell that I'm strong
But I think I'm very weakMy friends find out what's happening
I didn't want them to know
But now they know everything
I've dealt them a heavy blowThey are very cautious
They're not sure how to deal
Not sure I'm mentally stable
Unsure if I can ever healOne two three
Four five six, seven
Now that I can't cut
I won't be going to heavenFunny how things change
Within the span of years
And how excitement
Can quickly turn to tears