One small cut was made,
So small it was,
How thin it looked.

What harm could make
From one small cut
Along my arm?

My cut is crying
Its crimson tears;
My heart is crying
Its crystal tears.

What harm could make
From one small cut
Along my arm?
Only fate can tell.

That one small cut
That I had made-
Went right through the pain,
Tore into the guilt.

"Name-
I want you to promise to call me if you ever fell like cutting again,"
And one small promise I had made.

I never cut
To this day forth,
That is-
Until today came along.

My cut's still crying
Its crimson tears,
My hears still crying
Its crystal tears-
Though my eyes have now joined the loosing battle.

One small cut
Bleeds on and on,
Come for my eyes splash crystal tears.

They roll along my cheek,
Down my jaw,
And off my chin,
These never ending tears.

I drift past destiny,
Swim through reality,
Climb up courage,
Gather hope,
Swallow my pride,
Push past my guilt,
Fight my fears,
Blink back all my tears-
And find the faith
To trust the one
With this small cut
That I have made.