I feel the breeze hit my wrists,
then I see people staring at it.
They don’t understand why I did this,
\'cause they will never feel like I did.
It fades with time,
but I see every line.
I wait for them to heal;
‘cause it’s not a big deal,
isn’t it?
I don’t want my mom to find out,
‘cause I know she will freak out.
What if she doesn’t love me anymore?
My only reason to stay would exist no more.
Just when I think it’s over,
it starts again — stronger than ever been.
People say I’ll regret it in the future,
but without this I wouldn\'t have one.