How do you recover from a night with the razor?
Hours of contemplating.
Knowing you're going to do it.
Knowing that one day,
you will finally do the deed.
Spending a whole night with a razor.
Blood gushing to the floor.
But you know just when to stop.
Because you cut to feel alive,
isn't that right?
And if you cut and died,
that would contradict the whole process,
now wouldn't it?
I love to watch you suffer sometimes.
Because the next day,
you realize it was for nothing.
and you really are worth something.
I hate when you go weeks and weeks doing nothing but cutting.
but sometimes you say,
"you gotta do, what you gotta do."
How do you recover from such words?
How do you recover knowing you just had sexx with him,
with her.
How do you recover knowing you just shoved a needle in your arm?
How do you recover from a night like that?
Can you safely say its pointless?
Is it pointless to you?
Is cutting pointless to you?
Or does it mean the world to you,
like it means to me.
You see,
you and I
we're not so different.
You cut to feel alive,
to control some pain,
some aspect in your life.
I cut for the same reason.
You have sexx for the love.
You shoot up to feel the high and the low.
Is it all really pointless?
What's pointless to you
may just mean the world to me and her.
Together we are against the world.
Cutting together,
but far apart.
How far will I go?
How far will I let you go?
Wrists covered in gushing blood,
is that as far as you'll take it?
