Self mutilation
Or self help
People don't understand
My pain
Suffering and anguish
Falling into a deeper blacker hole
Each one worst then the last
Every light at the end of the tunnel
Ends up being just another window
He teases and taunts
Trips me to watch
Then just points and laughs
Then turns away
When I look in his direction
They say not to do it
Its just another boy
Buts hes not just another boy to me
What once was mine
Is mine is mine no more
hes hers
Hers to love
And hers to cherish
As I once did
Nothing left but his name
Carved into my skin
Along with my heart
My self help
Is your self-mutilation
Call it what you will
It doesn't take away what it does
Each swipe of the knife
Relieves my heart of pain
Another memory with each cut
Each deeper then the last
As I make my way up my arm
Just another boy?
Ha! I laugh at the thought
Could just another boy
Steady this knife for me?
