It must have been hard; staying in line
knowing your influences did it all the time
It must have been strange; living in blue
and see me shut down as though
it was an easy thing to do
But you could tell where I had been
by the way I held my gun
Trying to write anything while being
mocked by an off beat drum
But I was not honest
I was not healthy
I was not honest, honest.
You did the right thing, covered your scars
Challenged your faith
and closed your eyes driving cars
For all that they knew you were safe home
But you went through hell
whenever you were left alone
But you could see where I had been
from the pictures that they took
I tried to look positive at things,
Faced myself but didn't look
That was not honest
I was not healthy
I am not honest, honest.
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes
There's no need to cling to unnecessary lies
The voice in your head whose spirit you stole
left you for dead but you dug the hole
And I can tell where you have been
from the marks around your wrists
The red water washed away your sins
but are you as pure as this?
No you are not honest
You are not healthy
You are not honest, honest
you are not honest
you are not healthy Read more »
Out here on the ledge
I'm not far away from stepping off
I finally picked out my cloud
It's the one over there
Surrounded by all that air
You reached out your hand
and said 'I understand'
So why not come down
Well except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Thank you for asking
I'm so glad we had this moment here
I know they think I'm crazy
But everything I am is everything that was taught to me
and you reached out your hand
and said "I understand"
So why not come down?
Oh except for a few small bruises,
cuts, and scars, well I'm fine
Oh except for a few small bruises,
cuts, and scars, well I'm fine
And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius
Make me sound special
and Maybe I'll come down
Well except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius
Make me sound special
and Maybe I'll come down
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My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.