“Put the blade down, it really isn't worth it No good will come from a slit up and bruised wrist And you cover it long sleeves so they won't see But you can't hide all the hurt and pain from me You say you're miserable and there are times you wanna die But then you pull out a razor and cut while you cry It makes you feel human and like you are still alive But don't you understand that the feeling is all a lie You put your self in danger when you're slicing up your skin You're only letting self-hate find its way in I promise you'll get better but just meet me half way And please throw the razors and pins all away I swear that you'll make it. There's no dought in my mind. And if you look around, I know it's what you'll find You're gonna feel better once this door has been shut.”
