We All Yell, But Why At Me

I know what you're like when you're hurting, You hurt yourself even further. You go for the wrists. When your mind is tormenting you. You go for the wrist. 

You cry for attention. For anyone to notice the marks and scars. They make you feel better about yourself. Inside and out. Maybe you'll find someone too who would kiss them instead of judging you quietly.
Helping me to help yourself. I would show you my hips but I'm too ashamed.