Knives and pens cut through my paper skin
I write and write and write
You cut me open and bleed me out
I cry but you don't seem to care
Knives and pens cut through me
My notebook holds my thoughts
You shred it down without mercy
I scream but you don't seem to hear
Knives and pens cut through my paper skin
I write a note, a cry for help
You tear apart my hope
I bleed but you don't seem to see
Knives and pens cut through me
The ink seeps through my sleeve
The blood pours into pools
I'm dying and you walk away
Knives and pens cut through to my paper heart