They said talking about it would help.
They lied.
Now I'm bleeding inside again
Because they tried to fix me

The doctors and shrinks and smiling faces
and all the lies, lies, lies
“It will be OK, sweetie
There's help for you.”

Liars. Because there isn't. Not from them.
No, not from any of them
because they say they can make it better, just like that
Like I'm a kid who still thinks kisses are magic
that take away the pain

Its my own damn fault.
I believed them
And now I'm bleeding again
From the wounds they made me open

You're just as bad, you know
but for a different reason
You check under my bed for the monster, tell me they can't fix me
because I'm not broken

And you leave me alone
with my knives
and my tears
and my blood

Like you don't know what I do to myself
To make the voices in my head shut up.
Shut up. Just shut up!
All of you.
Please shut up.

Shut up with the lies and the promises of
“It will get better” and “you don't need help”
Maybe someday I'll tell that you're all part of the pain
But for now I'll sit, and smile and bleed
And act like I don't know
You're all lying.