You all hate me,
But you just don't understand,
Why I cry and cut open my hand,
You don't understand my emotional stability,
You think my self harm is a dissability,
I love the power that it gives inside,
I am in charge, theres no need to hide,
The blood is justice, the pain is power,
I'm not hurting, for maybe an hour,
I really don't mean to hurt myself,
But I understand like nobody else,
Just please don't whisper,
And think I'm mad,
But it gives me, what I've never had.