shiny broken razor blades
and bleeding finger tips
this is the last time
he wants to feel like this

scars in pretty patterns
each with a story to tell
a slash for every single day
days spent in this personal hell

long sleeves cover the tales
of a boy lonely and sad
a boy who fears opening up
scared to follow the footsteps of dear old dad

picture perfect family
the mother, the father, the sons
to look at them youd think
gee, arent they the lucky ones

a smile as you pass in the hallway
a blown kiss before mom leaves
to him it doesnt matter
its just another day in long sleeves

and when he finally breaks
holds out his arms and says "see?"
his parents gasped in horror
each screaming, "why are you doing this to me?"

with shame in their eyes
they tried to help him out
sent him away as if diseased
ignoring what it was all about

soon he came back
"im all better, see?"
and once again all was merry
they were the perfect family

little do they know
his cuts may be healed
one day he will cut too deep
and all will be revealed

for each cut on his arm
theres a cut deep inside
deeper and more brutal
but easier to hide

they shunned him for cutting
pulling the blade against his skin
bright lines of blood
another scar left to mend

keep in mind words cut, too
and your cuts finally run too deep
he wont have to finish himself off
youve become his razor, you see.

no longer will you be ashamed
and no longer will he bleed
a note you will come across
and this is how it reads,

"i bled myself dry for you
your words cut me so bad
i hope that you are happy, mom
and you too, dear old dad."

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