The tables have turned
and I'm finally understanding
how everyone feels
when I use the knife
as my only escape

I want to say something
that will stop your pain
and stop you
from making those little cuts

but I know fully well
that I cant say anything
this problem can never be solved
with some one else's words

but for once
instead of the one
blocking out the sound
of other people's pleas

I'm the one whose screaming the words
and you're the one
whose looking
right through me