Pain isnt my weakness

My cold hands
lay on my arm
i push the knife in
deeper and deeper
the pain starts to fade
it feels so good
yet so plain

blood drips down my arm
never to shed a tear
everyone asks why there
are scars
but i dont tell
my cat scrached me
i fell of my bed

the razor my best friend
the blood my life
the pain will guide me threw the light
it helps me gather everything
thats wrong
and easy way out is what i take

i want more pain
more blood too
i want it back
i want two
my arm fills with scars
now onto my leg
the blood keeps coming
and i never stop to share