I don't think i can help it...

Looking at my arms i see the scars that are always there Regretting the fact i was the one who did that to myself I wish the pain would leave and the marks would disappear But they'll stay with me forever, just as a constant reminder Of the shit that caused me to do as i did and scar myself forever. You look at me in disgust because you cannot understand Don't realise the things that caused me to reach for that blade So you walk away and leave me, leave me lying on the ground With nothing to hold on to so i'll fall down once again Just as i did before and all the other times to come. I sit alone and friendless in the dark underneath my bed Nothing but a knife to keep me company, keep me safe But what good does it do coz all i want to be is dead I'm scared of what i might do with nobody to pull me through And nobody to turn to so all i do is watch the blood flow. When they find me they won't realise the terror that i felt When the darkness closed around me and the numbness took over I don't think its what i really wanted but there was no other way out coz i couldn't talk about the shit, nobody made me so i fell I'm scared of what i might do to myself...i don't think i can help it...