Can You Tell Me How You'd Feel?
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If I were to harm myself
can you tell me how you'd feel?
Would you feel ashamed of it,
of how you made me kneel?
Would you see how wrong it was
to pick on me that day?
Or would you just go shrug it off
and turn and walk away?
I tried to pretend you weren't there
that you weren't being mean,
but when you pushed me down real hard
my hands began to sting.
You told me I was worthless
that there was no point to live,
so now I'm listening to your words
and it seems so hard to forgive.
I hear you call me names all day
at home I hear it in my mind,
you never see the cuts I make
to try and get me out this bind.
It's so hard to forget the words
that you like to make.
I can feel them pierce my heart
as it begins to ache.
I have to deal with shoving
and pushing happens too.
It gets so bad I have to try
to stay home with the flue.
My parents ask me what is wrong
I'm ashamed to tell the truth,
so I hold it all inside
while I begin to hate my youth.
I'm sick of it, today I'm done
so here is my appeal
If I were to harm myself
can you tell me how you'd feel?