It's...The Reasons That Still I Cut

It's the comfort that I need,
It's the feelings I get watching myself bleed.
It's the fact that you don't understand,
It's just that the blade is my only friend.

It's like going from a whisper to a scream,
It's like going from horrific to extreme.
It's like someone being there for you,
It's just something that helps me through.

It's that it's so hard to explain,
It's just that I love this pain.
It's the way I feel the day later,
It's as if the blade is my only dictator.

It's that no one else knows,
It's the way the blood flows.
It's the way that I feel,
It's the way that it heals.

It's the way that I don't think,
It's how I'll miss it if I blink.
It's the fact that I don't want this,
It's the fact that by doing this I remiss.

It's the blade's soft and sharp touch,
It's that it has changed my life so much.
It's just so restrictive,
It's just so addictive.