The need to cut is like an itch I cannot scratch
All I want is that blade slicing through my skin
Taking away the pain you caused
Making it hurt less
Why do you always threaten to leave me?
Don't you know how much that kills me?
Do you even care?
If there is no care in that
What's the point of being here?
I am just a failure
A horrible, messed up
All I want is to slice my skin open
Feel the pain that doesn't hurt
Blind the pain that is there
Watch as the red pools over
Spills down the beautiful white skin
Why am I so messed up?
I'll be honest, I don't understand today's
There's too much pressure to be something else.
Why can't people just be themselves?
Being able to open up and literally laugh uncontrollably with
is one of the best feelings in the world.