I covers my arm,
To hide the scar.
I remembers someone saying,
"No one cares who you are."
I brought a ticket,
And came to the dance.
I gave socializing,
One more chance.
I sat in the back,
From everyone i fled,
I cut up my arm,
And cried as i bled.
People kept away,
As i bled on the floor.
Tears ran down my face,
As i cut some more.
"What is he doing?"
"How long has he cried?"
They asked as they watched,
This innocent suicide.