You told me I shouldn't show my feelings,
That I should keep them hidden inside.
So I always say that things are great
And when they're not I lie.

Your feelings aren't meant for one's sleeve, you said
You should keep them deep within.
So now instead of crying out,
I etch them on my skin.

You say that emotion is weakness,
That I shouldn't call for help.
So I guess it's just us now,
My knife, my blood, and myself.