Loneliness is how I use to feel all the time, 

Sometimes I would cut myself to explain my truth

 

The blood made me feel safer even though it ranned out my body,

The knife taught me to not trust nobody

 

All the doctors did was prescribe me some meds like that was suppose to get the pain out my head,

As if they knew what I was feeling

 

Them pills didn´t help to tell the truth,

So paper became my medicine

 

Paper is my way to cope,

Without paper I would not feel as myself

 

Paper showed me I do not have to cut because I am beautiful,

Paper builded confidence in me that society has never seen 

 

I can spill out my pain on paper, 

I no longer cut or fidge into my skin

 

Paper has made me escape from suicide and get it out my head,

I love my paper and you can use something creative to

 

Speaking about your life brings beauty into you to,

So fight against suicide 

 

You know what society is facing,

Pick up a paper and don´t do no erasing