(To worn..) (Dialouge) You may thing All us cutters are crazy... you may think we belong in a Psyche ward... You may Think we all just want attention... But you don't know the feeling... that we feel everyday.. about wanting to die... And you'll never understand... No matter what... You never understand... How much it hurts... Till it happens to you... "Poem" How could you Judge us? How dare you Call Us Insane.. You don't know... You can't feel our pain... Why must you keep on calling us Basket case's This pain never erases.. Why can't you see.. How much we hurt inside, we cry... We drag the blade... with every drop of blood we slowly die... But do you understand? No.. More worried about passing your judgement... guilt free.. within... Did you ever wonder? Should i drag that blade on my skin? So give us pain killers... Call Us Idiots.. Know that you could never understand the pain we feel.. You don't know.. How much we hope it will all heal..