I am a cutter

My life isn't exactly what it appears,
You think I'm always so happy
But that’s because u aren't there to witness the tears
No matter how hard I try and keep my pain locked up inside
There will still be some things to prove it
For I've learned that scars are hard to hide
Yes, this is how I deal with my hurt
When you treat me like I'm nothing
And make me feel like dirt
I press the cold harsh blade against my skin
In attempt to relieve my sorrow within
I begin to bleed as I grasp the knife
I just want to feel the pain
Not necessarily end my life
But these tiny lines aren't doing enough good
They have to over power the hurt I feel inside
So I'm not stopping although I know I should
Where ever this terrible addiction might land me
In the hospital, streets, or gutter,
Theres no denying who I am, this is me
I am a cutter