A Cutters Mind

My best friend in the world is my razor blade.
It made my pain go away.
I haven't always been this way.
But in a cutters mind, everything is different.

My mind is always black and dark, and full of disbelief and hate.
Once you enter a cutters mind...you'll be late.

When i cut myself, it is because i need to take the pain out of my heart.

A heart broken cutter is the worst kind of cutter. Everyone tells me they know what I'm going through....and all i can to is turn around and say,"if you only really knew".

The blade is nice and sharp, and it's my most trusted friend. It's always there when i need a helping hand.

Every drop of blood that falls, I lose a little piece of him.
Memories fade away, just fade away.

When i go to school i put on my long sleeve shirt, that way nobody can see the real me.

Every time i see you, i wish i had my best friend, my razor blade.
I have a cutters mind, and in my mind there are always thoughts of blood.

and a cutters mind, they think many thoughts, but they don't have the words to say them.

But a cutters mind is dim and dark they have no happy thoughts.

But they can always rely on their most trusted friend...
their razor blade.