Cut

I cut in deep and let the blood drip,
Pouring down my arm, life starting to slip,
Pain means nothing to me anymore,
I watch it slowly pour

I watch myself slowly fade away,
The blood will be here, it will stay,
Life means nothing to me anymore,
I start to wonder why I go on for,

As each cut appears on my arm,
As I slice with the blade, causing this harm,
It doesn’t mean anything to me anymore,
Pain has no meaning when Its all I know.