• CUT:
    You cut b/c you care

    About all the things they've done

    Breaking down your heart

    To have they're little fun


    Your friends just look away

    Your parents do not see

    You want to tell them all

    But you suffer silently


    I've seen the tears you cry

    Blood drying on your cheeks

    You push us all away

    You've been dying here for weeks


    I reach my hand out to you

    But you turn your back on me

    I'd take your pain away

    But you will not let me see


    Cuts are on your arms

    Scars that barely fade

    I know the things you do

    And I hear the things you say


    But when I try to help

    You hide inside your shell

    I want to pull you out

    But you suffer in your hell


    Your world is smothered in shame

    From all the things you've done

    You want to kill yourself

    But you cannot find a gun


    You're too frightened of a noose

    And you're frightened of the pain

    I'd love to take it all away

    But this is how they gain!


    Don't you see what they all do?!

    Can't you tell they do not care?!

    The more you cut, the more they laugh!

    The things they do aren't fair!


    They make you want to cut

    And they make you want to bleed

    But put away that blade!!!

    For your pain there is no need!!


    Teachers say it's just a phase

    And counselors step back

    No one wants to listen

    To your heart that slowly cracks


    But when you want to cut

    You reach for that damn blade

    That's what they want you to do!

    Don't let your feelings fade


    Stand up for yourself

    Cuz I'm sick of all your s**t

    Don't you understand!?

    I don't want you just to quit!!


    I'm here for anyone

    I'll offer you a smile

    I want to make you laugh

    And be better for a while


    I'll listen to you talk

    And I won't turn away

    If you've got something in your head

    Then just open up and say


    If you're scared that I won't care

    If you think that I won't hear

    I can promise you today

    That I'll always hold you dear


    If you're a stranger on this site

    Or someone I know about

    I'll be open to your thoughts

    I won't even feel a doubt


    So you cut b/c you care?

    B/c of what they've done?

    Don't you see I'm here for you

    And you don't have to run?


    Reaching for that blade

    Won't do you any good

    Spilling all that blood

    Won't ease it like it should


    And doing any drugs

    Or drinking all that s**t

    Won't help you in the end

    Those habits you must quit


    So I urge you all today

    In every little way

    Keep that blade at bay

    B/c things will be okay


    I've been where you have been

    I've cut the cuts you have

    I've beaten myself bloody

    And tried to stop and laugh


    So I know that it is hard

    To ignore the pain inside

    But cutting won't relieve it

    And you don't have to die


    Write it out on paper

    Or tell me when you can

    I'll offer you a shoulder

    And a helping hand


    The scars on my arms fade

    Day by day, they leave

    And I write the things I feel

    And that it my release


    I hope I've taught you something

    So your pain that you can bare

    I know you want to live some days

    So I'm showing that I care

    By: Tessa Bessa