Slice...

I'm not a cutter
nor will I ever be
but one simple slice
just seems to set me free

I don't do it for the pain
I don't do it for attention
I do it for the bad things
the ones I fail to mention

not because I can't
or that no one is there
although I have some friends
no one would really care

one slice for the broken heart
one slice because I cried
I slice and slice and slice some more
and on the inside.. I just died