time to put on the mask
so you can face the world
they don't understand your methods
of how you face the world
they think you're stupid
they must be blind
can't they see the pain
you're hiding behind
you feel like you have no one
to turn to for help
you lay on the floor
bleeding your cry for help
your only friend is your weapon
of self-destruction; silver and cold
cover yourself, put on your mask
to deal with the world you must be bold
first you must get rid of the problem
cut it out with your only friend
till one day it engulfs you
and to it's will you must bend
it feels so good
to breathe out your pain
although from now on
everyone believes you are insane
you are insane
but they pused you
till you reached this pint
they don't 'like' the new you
Who gives a damn what they say
all that comes out is lies
your pillow is the only one
who knows how much your wrist cries
how are you supposed to be happy
when everything you have ever know
came crashing down around you
a pain they have never known
you had all you ever wanted
but it came with a price
you could've been the one
but your arms paid the price
you're going to paint a picture
of your emotions running through your mind
a picture with a twist
of how the world is 'Oh so kind'
your pencil is a razor
you draw it just for them
your canvas is your wrist
do they know it's just for them?
they did this to you
might as well pay them back
will they feel special?
to bad there is no turning back
do they know what happens at night?
as you close your eyes
and sing The Cutter's Lullaby
while your wrist cries
'Hushabye baby your almost dead,
you don't have a pulse, and your
pillow is red, your family hates you,
your friends let you bleed, so sleep
tight with a knife because it's all that
you need. Rockabye baby, broken
and scarred, you never knew life
would be so hard, time to end this
pain you hid so well, and down you'll
come baby straight back to Hell'
in the morning you rise
to find you're still alive
hide your bloody friend
why did you survive?
crying silent tears of hatred
you get ready to live
through another day of pure Hell
you've got nothing else to give
to give to the tormenters
telling you over and over again
that you're evil, insane, worthless....
'Oh God! Don't let me live again! '
you just want to die
sleep in a pool of your own blood
not be tormented another day
sleep peacefully in blood
you're almost there now
just a few more minutes of Hell
peace will come soon
you hear people yell
someone is carrying you
you start to cry
they're 'saving you'
all you wanted to do was die
you wake up
to a blinding light
you look around
everything is white
you think you're in Heaven
until you see them....
those machines that bring pure hatred
you begin to attack them
everything goes dark
you awake again
there are people now
the machines are back again
the people tell you 'it's okay'
but its not, you're not dead
you stay calm
as calm as you can in a bed
as days pass you realize
they have taken your only friend
they're trying to save you
but you only want your friend
they send people to help
you're quiet at first
you're emotions build up
with nothing to release with you burst
you finally accept this
this new thing called help
you realized all along
that's all you really needed...help
life is hard
but coping is easier
they help release pain
their way is easier
now that you're normal
or close to it
you can go on with life
and love every bit
you wear no more masks
you can now face the world
you can help others see
what is good in this world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem