My Hobby

Some people have hobbies to sing or dance,

But mine is way different, it starts with my hand.

First I use it to cut my arm.

Only out of anger I'm causing myself harm.

I know this is a weird hobby to do,

But I hope to leave this place soon.

I cut and cut,

Until it doesn't hurt as much.

The only way for me to escape this,

Is to get used to bloody wrists.

I cannot change what has become a hobby,

Because this is now part of my body.