The Cutter (You'll Never Understand)

You ask why I cut, why do you care?
When I needed you, you weren’t there!
You shake your head, you ask how could you?
Well if you were me, what would you do?
You stare at me, I look right through you,
You think you know, but you don’t have a clue.
You ask why I didn’t tell you, you’re joking right?
You ignored it, and I struggled and had to fight.
Fight for my life, to get out of my tearstained bed.
To live my life and deal with all the voices in my head.
You yell at me, say I’m cutting for the devil’s pleasure,
Like my cutting is something I do at my leisure.
You see HELL carved in my arms, you call me Satanic
I’m not Satanic just so hurt I’m borderline manic.
You yell that my music made me cut myself.
But AC/DC never did anything look for yourself.
You yell that my girlfriend was the cause of my strain,
But she brings me droves of erotic pleasure, not pain.
You throw your hands up and ask me to explain,
Just like it’s simple to do, to explain all my pain.
You know what? I’m not angry or mad,
But your ignorance makes me sad,
You pass judgment and just can’t see,
All of the pain, that’s lodged inside of me.
So I’ll keep quiet, and let you rave and rant,
I’m not mad, you can’t understand you just can’t
But I condemn you for judging me so cruelly,
I know I’m The Cutter You’ll Never Understand fully.