Mother's anger,
and Father's lies,
made fresh new cuts,
and darkened eyes.
But, I suppose,
you know this story,
Just your everyday,
Cutter's glory.

Mother's screams,
you try to ignore,
but, it's hard to block out
the slamming door.
Father's that promise,
that they will show,
but they never do,
and you always know.

Everyone you love,
leaves you behind,
so you push people away,
fearing what they might find.
And then you find someone,
whom you thought you could confide,
so you tell them your story,
and how you're feeling inside.

And, all of the sudden,
You aren't the same,
because by telling them this,
you have caused them shame?
I'm not sure,
but this is how I see,
all of you people,
that keep judging me.

You share your feelings,
and your criticisms too,
and just because I cut,
I'm inferior to you.
But haven't you ever,
banged your fists against a wall?
screamed? maybe shouted?
Cried in a bathroom stall?

It's all the same,
be it my blood or your tears,
or the staggered walking,
after your daily beers.
It's just the way,
you choose to deal,
with all this pain,
that you feel.

So take a look,
behind darkened eyes,
and the fresh new cuts,
that you despise.
And actually try,
to understand the story,
behind your everyday
Cutter's glory.