Cutting Art

I'm sitting here
in this silent room
with nothing in my heart
i look around me
but see nothing
except my cutting art.

My blood surrounds me
as i wait for hope
or someone to come and love me
i look in the mirror
oh what have i become
an ugly lonely tree.

Barfing up my lonely pain
starving out the hurt
soon there will be nothing left
except filthy useless dirt.

I'm sitting here in this silent room
with nothing in my heart,
no blood in my veins
or breath in my lungs
just me and my cutting art.