Everyone checks your wrist
No one checks your thighs
They all believe the smile
So no one checks the eyes
I no longer tell the truth
Much rather have the lies
The blade is cutting deep
But these sleeves help me hide
On the outside looking great
Yet breaking away on the inside
They all ask what wrong
I simply say I'm fine
They have no reason not to
So they believe me everytime
Soon they'll ask again
And they will get the same reply
Stating exactly how I
Truly am fine
It's going on three
But no need to worry
I've only been cutting since a quarter after nine
I'm on my way to heaven
Been crying since long before seven
No need to fear
I'm just no longer wanted here