go on and take my hand,
turn it over to my wrist.
put the blade on my skin,
slide it now and watch me twist.

it hurts so badly,
but its also numbing.
i say screw the hurt,
the good part's coming.

look at it now,
the wound not too deep.
soon i'll have a new scar
that my skin will have to keep.

i smile as it fades,
the crazy physical hurt.
i can see it now,
the sting was awfully curt.

the blood is coming,
dark red and shiny.
its odd how that happens
from a blade's edge so tiny.

it slides down my arm,
you can take another peak.
staring in confusion,
you let out a shriek.

not as bad as it seems,
the blood is still flowing.
i let you scream,
soon it'll be slowing.

"how?!" you ask me,
but the answer is clear.
i hate my life,darling,
its the path i chose to steer.

i watch it drip down
to the floor at my feet.
my arm is stained red.
you decide to take a seat.

i look at the wound,
too soon its healing.
never wanting it to go,
the skin is slowly sealing.

i let out a single tear,
you've been weeping the whole time.
sorry you were witness
to my secret little crime.

my scars are pink and lovely,
you asked how they appeared.
i said "well i'll show you"
now your thoughts have disappeared.

i do this very often,
cut and omit the pain.
its all i can do for myself.
theres nothing left to gain.

shut my eyes,lay me down.
sleep is coming soon.
lay with me,dont be afraid.
you're paler than the moon.

you may do this to yourself
if depression eats your soul.
it looks worse than it really is,
and your sharp hurts turn dull.

cutting is a simple sport,
something i long to do.
if you feel i'm psychotic and stupid,
its simply just not for you.



cutting.
lifestyle.