I have seen the face of there is no going back
Wiped away the tears of hate
Held the hand of addiction’s bitter hatred
Ripped the mask from a lie’s
Own face

I have reached way up to touch the bottom
Said goodbye, then returned
To feel my heart break one more time
When the fingers of my regret
Got burned

I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel
Because I choose not too
Fell face down and bumped my head
On every feeling I numbed
From truth

But I saw the face of I can still go on
Looked into my own eyes
Crawled out of darkness in such pain
Even those empty spaces
Made me cry

I am no different than you or you from me
We both carry our own pain
I only know that now I choose to feel
Enjoy my life with no regrets
In the light remain

Hide the evidence,
that's the first thing you learn to do.
Clean up the blood, wipe away the tears,
no one can know, no one must see,
pull down the sleeves and hide the blades.

You develop a fear of people knowing,
you begin to flinch when it looks like they'll lift your sleeves.
When it's hot you let out a groan of irritation,
what was it like not having to always wear long sleeves?
It's been so long that you can't remember

Will things get better?
You can't tell - all you know is the pain, the relief.
You lock yourself away in your room
and cry yourself to sleep;
but you're not alone