• I lay on my bed at night,
    And I think about my life.
    I wonder how it's come to be,
    That i'm so miserable.
    I've lain here many a night,
    And thought, oh how I wish,
    I was more understandable.
    I can't be seen,
    Without people staring.
    They don't seem to see,
    That i'm just like everyone else.
    I can't help it,
    I go home every night and let the tears slip from my eyes.
    I run into the bathroom again,
    And commit the crime I do every night.
    I rip the blade out of the drawer,
    and I push up my sleeves.
    I think how I much better i'll soon feel,
    And the tears begin to fall again.
    As I slide the razor against my skin,
    I hear the front door open.
    I quickly hide my weapons and begin to smile,
    Because I know my mom'll soon see the scar left behind.
    I grab a towel,
    And I clean up the bloody mess.
    I just wish people wouldn't stare,
    At all the scars and scrapes.
    And then maybe, just maybe,
    I wouldn't be a criminal to myself.