If you've ever been a cuter you know...
As the blade carves the memories deep into your skin
Or as the blood drips from the cut you tried to blend in.
The Sweet Release of letting it all run free.
The pain is gone..... For the moment at least.
Until you have to cut again.
Goodbye blade, needle or pen.

The Scars you hide under your clothes,
we can see them... At least the ones who know.
Just by looking in your eyes.
We can see.... That you hurt and need the Sweet Release.