Reasoning

I do not cut
because i am depressed
nor do i cut
because i feel oppressed

i cut for the guilt
that builds up inside
i cut for all
the times i have cried

i do it because
i feel weak
because my outlook on life
is dim and bleak

i cut for the betrayal,
the deceitful lies
i cut for my faults
that i try to disguise

it is an addiction
i live with every day
but i do it because
i have to pay

i have to suffer
for the pain i cause
so i use knives
as though they are saws

i carve away at my skin
and try not to cry
and when i see red
my feelings go awry

my thoughts are lost
inside the rush
of excitement i feel
and the guilt, i crush

but the guilt comes back
when the knife goes away
and i pretend to be fine
until, again, i betray

*sorry this is so bad. please comment/vote if you have second. thanks.*