A secret I'll confess,
Disgusting as it is strange;
Making me feel less,
Begging for immediate change.
Cut 1; the beginning of a tragedy.
Cut 2; pity for me, begging for you.
Cut 3; the words that echo horribly.
Cut 4; losing hope to live for.
Cut 8; the age that daddy chose to touch me.
Cut 12; when Cousin made me play a little game.
Cut 15; the hellish years I've lived, enduring.
Cut 28; filled with sorrow and hate;
Cut 37; out of vain, illustrated heaven.
Cut 50; the cutting and the bleeding get blurry.
Cut 68; I question my fate.
Cut 77; the innocence you seem to deafen.
Cut 82; I know it's more than blue.
Cut 95; seems pointless to strive.
Cut 100; I live on, but I know I'm already dead.
Wanted you to help me, but never could.
Wanted you to save me, but never would.
Madness I tried to stop and still is struggling:
Now everything that makes me happy seem more depressing.