Sometimes,

Hush little cutter, don’t say a word

The razor isn’t going to save you from their mean words.

Put down the metal and dry your tears

Only hope can save you from this nightmare,

The words they burn into your skin.

It hurts so bad you just want it to end.

You held your head high but they knocked you down,

ashes, ashes your on the ground.

Sometimes it feels like you can’t go on,

so you sit down and sing your last song.

Look around through your blury tears,

they wanted you to do this but it’s your worst fear.

You say goodbye and cut your wrists.

All the pain fades bit by bit.

I know it’s hard but you’ll make it through

Hush little cutter now don’t you cry, I’ll always be there by your side.