See the blood rolling down my arms
See the bright red flowing into little streams
The little cuts that no one sees
The cuts that they think have no purpose
The cuts that are a silent cry
A cry for help
A cry that you cant here
A moan, a cry, a scream, a yell
But, it\'s silent
The cuts are like a map
Going up and down my body
Some inviciable, like a secret passage in a movie
Others have fake stories, lies behind them
Lies that hide the truth
Lies that cannot be remembered
Lies that are always retold
One lie will never go away though
The lie that I tell myself
That I\'m okay
But, as I tell myself I\'m okay
I am sitting and looking
Looking at the blood
The blood as it rolls
Rolls down my arms
In bright little red streams
But, yet I feel nothing
I am numb
Numb and bleeding