Perfection echoes to the world
As you bring razors to your wrists
Your friends all think you are insane
But they don't know your hidden twists.

They've never seen you sprint or scream
To find refuge from what is real
They've never heard you slam the doors
While blood flows out to let you feel.

They'll never feel the blade's sweet kiss
A feeling you now crave from madness
They'll never see your sweet relief
When ecstasy can cute your sadness.

They'll watch you slipping day by day
And won't attempt to interfere
When l this is a plea for help
And all you want is them to hear.