Small cut on my Wrist

I cut I cut I cut I cut I cut I cut my wrist, Blood drips down my arm, As tears drip down my face, I cut to relieve pain, I cut to relieve anger, I cut to relieve sadness, I cut to relive stress, And i cut because I feel worthless, I feel useless, I feel like I don't have a place In this place we call Earth & Home, I've lost it all, I lost the people I love, I have nobody, I just wanna cut, And get it all over with, Cutting is not a solution, But it surely helps, Forget a couple things, Every scar has a different story to tell, Just how every fairytale has it's meaning, I cut to relieve pain, I cut to relieve anger, I cut to relieve sadness, I cut to relive stress, I cut to hide from everything & everyone, I cut instead of taking it out, On the people that have done nothing, But I cut because I use to cut, And cutting gives me a feeling, It's like an orgasm, Once the blood starts running and dripping, I feel a sense of relieve.