So many things out of control in my life,
But I control the pain from this knife
I know I sound crazy, but it’s my biggest belief,
To cut myself is my only relief.
They’ll say little comments they think don’t matter,
But it makes my heart break and shatter.
I show no emotion,
I show no fear.
I keep it all in,
I won’t shed a tear.
As I think about the hate,
I discover to show my crimson blood is my only fate.
Thinking and pondering why I’m here,
Finding out that my release is near.
I contemplate the day I do it,
Knowing deep down you’ll easily get through it.
So once again I lose control,
It was only a matter of time that my happiness had to crumble.
But I get to control my pattern and pace,
It fixes all the problems that I face.
As I press down. I give a shaken sigh,
Won’t let myself break down and cry!
Not being able to give up and let go,
My self-inflictive pain I have under control.
