Don't Tell A Soul

When the razor blade slits my wrist,
I lose all self-control, it no longer exists.

Sliding slowly down my arm,
Then realize, it's me who's being harmed.

People tell me I'm ill and should say my feelings,
But what do they know? My life has no meaning. 

Depression sinks deep within my soul,
And, still, have no control. 

As the blood rushes down and overflows,
What's going on with me? Nobody knows.

It's an addiction I try to hide,
But if I don't get help then I might die.

The voices, they talk, people do too,
But if you were in my position, what would you do?

I've been putting this up for years,
And trust me, it's not worth the tears.

I hide the real me inside,
Trapped in the dark with nowhere to hide.

Please take my pain away before I go,
It's deep inside and taking me slow.

Then I use a different weapon-a knife,
All I care about is ending my life.

Family doesn't know and neither do friends, 
Just because I don't want to let them.

Attention is not what I'm about,
People who think that are in doubt.

I'd like to turn back time and change the past,
Because now it's an addiction that will everlast.

Life is too precious for me to leave,
But yet there's nothing left in me.

So I'll just keep cutting and hope to die,
Please don't mourn for me, just say goodbye.

I'll continue to put on a happy face and play a decent role,
But just please do one thing for me-don't tell a soul.