This is my song for all of you guys who self harm in any way shape or form. I threw all my blades away and I'm hoping after you read this you will do the same.
Please don't cut
Dear friend, lover, ex, or whatever
I'm writing you to let you know I hope you feel better.
I know that things are hard the stress is so much.
And bring you reach out,
all there are is uppercuts.
And they are the cause
for the ones on your wrist.
The reasons why you cry,
make a ball of your fists.
I understand
that you have a lot
you go through.
The fact that they yell and
Your brother would hit you.
And no one gets you,
The plastered on fake smile.
The real one has been gone
for quite a a while.
So your arms bleed,
but the blood tells you your living.
It takes away the numb feeling
these people were giving.
That razor blade has become your closest companion.
It relieves all the pain
you want to abandon.
Your arms are scarred
So you think you're unlovable.
But honestly I just want you to feel comfortable.
So please don't cut.
Please don't cut.
I promise you your loved,
so please don't cut.
Right now
I see that you're stuck in a rut.
But please don't cut,
please don't cut.
And if you feel the
need to say you're all out of luck.
I'm just a call away
when things get rough.
The fact of the matter is
I know you're enough.
So please don't cut,
please don't cut.
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 sleeve so they won't see.
But you can't hide
all the pain and hurt
from me.
Say you're miserable
and there are times
you want to die.
