So wrong... but so right

And society claims
"Cutting leads to suicide"
Killing isn't our games
We just want to run & hide

I'm helpless now
It's out of control
I can't figure out how
To get a grip or hold

The night light is glaring
Through the cracked window blinds
My soul is tearing
From all that it finds

The end of my bed
Is my safest place
Because nothing is sad
And you can't see my face

My jeans cover the pain
That i physically make
It's an ease on my brain
From all that i try to take

It's not that deep
It just seeps out a bit
But the addiction starts to creep
And I'm afraid, i admit

Because this pain is pleasure
And i can do this all day
It's a horrible measure
But it feels OK

And people say it's wrong
But I'm too weak to fight
While helping my friends get along
This gets me through the night

I don't know what to say
I been through this before
What if people walk away?
Because i came back for more

Maybe i need something
But i can't find it yet
Maybe it's something I'm wanting
But we still haven't met?

Maybe i need a long talk
Maybe someone should make ME cry
Maybe i need to get away
Because this wrongful right doesn't want me to die