No matter what you do or say, there's nothing that you can do to make people understand you.
I'm hurting so bad inside I just wish you could see... I'm struggling to be someone that isn't even close to me.
I cut to prove to you that you are not the only one that can hurt me.
When I was younger crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I'm older crying seems to be the only option.
Everyone sees who I appear to be but only a few know the real me, you only see what I choose to show there's so much behind my smile you just don't know.
'But I don't want to go among mad people,'.
So drop the little razor, and pick up your life, forget all the bad things, the pain and the strife.
I'm not afraid of the gun in my hand, I'm not afraid of dying, I'm just afraid of the pain it will bring, and to see my best friends crying.
Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone, then to cry all alone.
She could shut out the whole world, including herself.
Some of us are just trying to get through the day without falling apart.
It wasn't a suicide attempt, it was an escape from everything awful. When we cut, we're in control - we make our own pain and we can stop it whenever we want. Physical pain relieves mental anguish. For a brief moment, the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind, and when that stops and the other comes back, it is weaker. Drugs do that too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing is like cutting.