Dear friend, lover, ex or whatever,
I'm writing you to let you know I hope you feel better.
I know that things are hard, the stress is so much.
And when you reach out, all there are is uppercuts.
And they are the cause for the ones on your wrist.
The reason why you cry, make a ball of your fists.
I understand that you have a lot you go through.
The fact that they yell and your brother would hit you.
And no one gets you, the plastered on fake smile.
The real one has been gone for quite a while.
So your arms bleed, but the blood tells you you're living.
It takes the way the numb feeling these people were giving.
That Razor Blade has become your closest companion.
It relieves all the pain you want to abandon.
Your arms are scared so you think you're unlovable.
But honestly I just want you to feel comfortable.
So please don't cut.
Please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved, so please don't cut.
Right now I see that you're stuck in a rut.
But please don't cut, please don't cut.
And if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck.
I'm just a call away when things get rough.
The fact of the matter is I know you're enough.
So please don't cut, please don't cut.
Put the blade down, it really isn't worth it.
No good will come from a slit up and bruised wrist.
And you cover it, long sleeves so they won't see.
But you can't hide all the hurt and pain from me.
You say you're miserable and there are times you want to die.
But then you pull out a razor and cut while you cry.
It makes you feel human, ans like you're still alive.
But don't you understand that the feeling is all a lie.
You put yourself in danger when you're slicing up your skin.
You're only letting self-hate find it's way in.
I promise you it will get better, but just meet me halfway.
And please throw the razor and pins all away.
I swear that you'll make it, there's no doubt in my mind.
And if you look around, I know it's what you find.
You're gonna feel better once this door has been shut.
Please make me a promise that tonight you won't cut.
So please don't cut.
Please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved, so please don't cut.
Right now I see that you're stuck in a rut.
But please don't cut, please don't cut.
And if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck.
I'm just a call away when things get rough.
The fact of the matter is I know you're enough.
So please don't cut, please don't cut.
They label you, but not a single word is true.
Who cares what the world is saying about you?
They don't know, they just assume.
They're not with you when you're lonely up in your room.
They're not with you when you're begging to up above.
They're not there, when you need a little love.
They don't care, when you have nothing to give.
So who's to say that you even would want to live?
Every life is precious, and that is what I promise.
If we never speak again, I hope you know I'm honest.
You deserve to be happy, and clean from the cutting.
You deserve to be a person who's surrounded with loving.
Every life is precious, and that's something that I promise.
If we never speak again, I hope you know I'm honest.
You deserve to be happy, and clean from the cutting.
You deserve to be a person who's surrounded with loving.
So please don't cut.
Please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved, so please don't cut.
Right now I see that you're stuck in a rut.
But please don't cut, please don't cut.
And if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck.
I'm just a call away when things get rough.
The fact of the matter is I know you're enough.
So please don't cut, please don't cut.
So please don't cut.
Please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved, so please don't cut.
Right now I see that you're stuck in a rut.
But please don't cut, please don't cut.
And if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck.
I'm just a call away when things get rough.
The fact of the matter is I know you're enough.
So please don't cut, please don't cut.
- Mikelwj
