Most don’t understand me.
Some would think, I’m a fake
Well, I’m here to say,
That I am who I am
Because I accept the truth,
Yeah,
It might be rather strange
I can’t help it,
That I am weak
When it came to cutting
I didn’t think it was a fad
To me,
It was a way of escaping
Enjoying the pain,
The knife going from one end of the arm,
Cutting across to the other,
The blood running down the arm,
The enjoyment of it all

I do admit,
That I could think better of myself
Think myself to be stronger,
But why not just face the truth
If I didn’t accept it,
Who would I be
What kind of person would I be
If you think I’m weak
I don’t care
I don’t want your pity
Your sympathy
All I’ve ever wanted
Is help
Is advice
If you were me,
Would you lie to yourself,
Telling yourself that you’re stronger
Than what you are
If you were me
Would you try
To be something you’re not

I am who I am,
Because I choose to be
I choose to accept the truth,
That I have problems
Yeah,
I am weak,
I am a recovering cutter,
Not because I want to be
Because I know it’s better
I love cutting
Not because it is fad
But because of the thrill
But I quit,
Because I know it’s not healthy
You say I’m weak,
Like it’s a bad thing
You say I deserve to be an alcoholic
Because I tell you I’m weak
So what.
At least I can come to terms
With the problem at hand
Yes,
I want help,
Yes I want advice
But don’t took down upon me,
Because I can accept the truth