Every tear is one too many,
Every cut is one too deep,
And when you try to get some slumber,
You end up crying yourself to sleep.

The pain you feel more fact than fiction,
The cuts you make become an addiction,
Look at the mess that is your life,
And don’t go reaching for the knife.

The painful things you have been through,
All the sensations that you feel,
Everything that happens around you,
All of that is very real.

But don’t hide yourself behind the shadows,
Don’t build yourself a world of dreams,
I know it’s hard to face reality,
It’s not as broken as it seems.