Do you know what it's like to cut yourself
Dragging the blade across your skin?
Blood creeping out of the lines you made
Is this intentional act a sin?
Your beating heart is like a sponge
Soaking in your depression
You may have the desire to stop cutting
But it has become an obsession.
Hit a brick wall, scream at a friend
But your feelings still stay stuck in your brain
What do you want for Christmas? Some serious help
Because you feel yourself turning insane.
Bullied, abused, disorder or disability
Depressed, a loss, or LGBT
Why, God, why, you give us the curse
Of being able to cry?
You and He want you to be happy
Please, please, don't be afraid
There's help only if you seek it
Remember, the world is not that crappy.