This one is dedicated to everyone who has ever cut. Stay strong.
With the Blood
Why do you do it
If it hurts a bit?
I'll give you a hint:
You don't want to quit.
But you'll get sickly and pale!
You'll be tired and frail!
Well let me tell you a tale.
You feel like you fail.
Sometimes for fun, people lie,
Like some friends of mine.
You'd wonder why.
They told me to die.
You think it's the bad things you've done,
You have to cut out all the stains, the mud.
Like a flower, opened from a bud,
All of your pain flows out with your blood.
