I cut my wrists and watch the blood
Falling down, staining the rug
I hear him yell, and her start to cry
Its a cycle and I dont know why
Late at night, in my room he lays by my side
And if I try to hide
It just hurts even worse if I fight
And as mama goes out to the bars
Brother gone off to a friends
Heres where I cut of feelings, it all ends

I laugh and make jokes
Covering pain they dont know
While hiding the burns on my arms
He promised to keep me from harm
So as I smile with my friends
I dont let on I want it to end
Hes so happy, even if he hates me and hurts me
Its my fault, its so easy to see
That I cause it all every time
Im sixteen today, and at night, I still cry