I have a good friend
Who is silver and shines
It pierces my skin
And draws the red lines
It leaves several scars
Over the years
But it lets out my screams
As well as my fears
It gives me relief
I need the sensation
But I keep it a secret
I hate the attention
Those perfect red lines
They become such a burden
But I do it anyway
Because i\'m tired of hurting
Some call me psycho
But I know they\'re all wrong
I don\'t know what to do
I don\'t know where I belong
I hide the scars
Under jackets and sleeves
My loved ones don\'t know
The cuts stay unseen
I try to act fine
So no one will know
But sometimes Islip
And the cracks begin to show