These are my slits
Up and down my wrists
Most say they're just for show
Oh but boy you don't know
You want to hear my story you say
So maybe I'll share it with you today
"I used to be a young, innocent child
With a happy life that went wild
But then things changed
And my happiness ranged
No one ever wanted to love me
It's still that way, you see
Things never got better
I wanted to write a suicidal letter"
To whom, he asks
To the people who put these slits on my wrist, their unknowing tasks
He carefully takes my wrists
"Please stop these slits,
I can't see you in pain"
He stroked my cheek as my tears fell like rain
"You said no one loves you,
So you put these slits on your wrists, while your skin turns blue.
Well I'm here to tell you to stop,
Because I love you, and without you I would drop."