My whole world is crumbling,
Falling apart.
The worst part of it is,
It's just the start.
I lay in my bed just like the others,
Alone with my thoughts,
Hiding under the covers.
From start to finish,
I wonder why,
Why I carry on this messed up life.
"The cutter" thats my new name.
As the family walks past,
I hang my head in shame.
I hate these feelings of being alone.
I hide myself away in this "home".
I sit on my bed,
Thinking of the blade in my hand,
And take myself away to a new land.
I stare in the mirror,
And watch myself cry.
Dreaming for the day I can understand,
"Why".
