I don't know what you use

for your weapon of self abuse

long, pale, faded slits

scattered all across your wrists

imperfections that should not exist.

Please tell me why

you cry

why you decorate your skin

with the red that runs within

why carry on with mutalation?

I see the old, the new

old scars and fresh wounds

it drives me insane 

that steel is in your veins

that to yourself you inflict pain.

Please tell me why

you cry

why you decorate your skin 

with that red that runs within

why carry on with mutalation?

Don't be mad, don't yell

but I went to get you help

because for each cut you make

on whatever part

it leaves a scar upon my heart.

Please tell me why

you cry

why you decorate your skin

with the red that runs within

why carry on with mutalation?

You know that I care

from the pain that I bare

You're not the only one who cries

tears fall from my eyes

please tell me why.

Why?

do you cry

why do you decorate your skin

with the red that runs within

why carry on with mutalation?