Just a knife
Just a razor
Or just a shard of glass
You look at them and see just what they are
I look at them, and I see something else
I see an escape, a night of tears
I see cuts on my skin, blood stained tears
I see the scars, I see the looks I get when people see them
I see the shame, the jackets and pants in the summer heat
I see the regret but doing it again the next night
I see the lies I tell my friend and family
"Oh, it was just my stupid cat"
"Oh, I cut myself cooking dinner"
I see the doctors I'm sent to, the people that try to fix me
You might see a knife, a razor, and just a shard of glass
All I see is one more night that my depression wins