Everybody I know cuts themselves,
I made a new friend. They cut themselves.
I saw somebody old. They cut themselves.
My mother saw my body. She cuts herself.
I see someone in the hall. They cut themselves.
I speak with a counselor. They cut themselves.
I go online to get away. They all cut themselves.
Everybody I know, cuts themselves.
When does it end, am I really alone?
Am I really unique with the blade in my phone?
I have a hunch, that all everyone needs it,
And I know that it's true because of the tucks.
Or the undeniable, relentless red *****
My scars are the only thing my people look at
They think that they know how my brain’ll crack
I wait for winter to let myself lose
And begin the year with a scratchy tight noose
But I don’t want both my eyes to squeeze and pop out
I’d rather just sit here, alone and shout
But I’m not really alone
I’m not unique with the blade in my phone
If everybody I know, cuts themselves
Is it all that bad, I do it too?
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 4:57 PM UTC
Everybody I know cuts themselves,
I made a new friend. They cut themselves.
I saw somebody old. They cut themselves.
My mother saw my body. She cuts herself.
I see someone in the hall. They cut themselves.
I speak with a counselor. They cut themselves.
I go online to get away. They all cut themselves.
Everybody I know, cuts themselves.
When does it end, am I really alone?
Am I really unique with the blade in my phone?
I have a hunch, that all everyone needs it,
And I know that it's true because of the tucks.
Or the undeniable, relentless red *****
My scars are the only thing my people look at
They think that they know how my brain’ll crack
I wait for winter to let myself lose
And begin the year with a scratchy tight noose
But I don’t want both my eyes to squeeze and pop out
I’d rather just sit here, alone and shout
But I’m not really alone
I’m not unique with the blade in my phone
If everybody I know, cuts themselves
Is it all that bad, I do it too?
