Harming

I hate my life
i never go anywhere without my knife
an evil feeling
is only ever one cut away from heeling
for what you see
bleeding and hurting is coping for me
crimson tears falling wet and red
stops these voices in my head
scars and cuts galore
each and every one i adore
the object of my cutting that you can see
is to sooth the feeling but not to lose me
to lose me to lose my head
would mean i would be dead
so i cut and i cut i carry on
my feel for caring has gone
until i find another way
to save my little life each and everyday