Every Day I'm Cutting.

Every day I'm cutting
...Cutting
Every day I'm cutting
Every day I'm putting up with words unexpressed
Every day I feel pathetic, every day I'm so depressed
Warning, this ain't no joke
Just a confession of a hoping, fearless heart that broke

No drugs, no gangs, no abuse or physical pain
More like psychological damage and black pouring rain
Waiting for the day I'll walk out that door
Last day of confusion, misunderstanding no more
That will be the last day of suffering,
of not knowing about this world
That will be the last day of hiding away
this face of a shy little girl

Til that day when I'm officially let free
I'll be underneath the covers crying out to Jesus, "Why Me?"
And I'll probably be wearing jackets to cover my wrist
til the day that I die
I wanted to be superwomen, but I can not fly.