I'm not a stranger
No, I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore

A fragile frame aged
With misery
And when our eyes meet
I know you'll see

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut

I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye
I feel alone here and cold here
Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
Pain
I am not alone
I am not alone

I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore

But I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I found it when
I was cut



Behind the Song:
“A few years a girl on my message board asked, ‘ Are they any cutters out there?’ She went on to say that her family and friends didn’t understand and even she herself sometimes didn’t understand. That sometimes she felt so numb inside, just to feel alive she would cut the skin. There was an overwhelming response to her question and a community of self-injurers began conversing. So I decided to write a song. There is an audience of people silenced because they are misunderstood. So this song was written to be a tool for creating conversation and to give them hopes that they’re not alone. We are all ‘cut’ in some way… weak in some area of our life… where we need the help of each other. If we don’t understand something, it makes us feel insecure and so we push it away… instead of drawing it close and trying to understand it… even if that just means listening. Listen.” – Plumb