Dear cutting

Dear Cutting,

Thanks for helping me calm down
Thanks for helping me not frown
You always made me feel alive
I loved the way the knife would drive
Seeing the blood would make me feel good
The way I never thought I would
The blood would make me smile
And make life seem more worth while
After all it was all my fault
I needed to be punished
but I just didnt know how
so I would grab a knife
and let the cutting begin
To some it may seem like a sin
but to me, its where my life begins
You would always stop me from crying
But once I would start I just couldnt stop
YOU FELT SO GOOD!!
Ive cut when I was mad
Ive cut when I was sad
Ive even cut when I was just bored
You became my best friend for a while
To me you were the only one who understood
Others saw right through me
Your always smiling and laughing theyd say
Oh, there was so much they didnt know
I was good at putting on my Happy mask
But you were the only one who saw right through it
I was scared to tell people about you
Afraid to be made fun of or kicked out of society
After you I could go on with the day
You would solve my EVERY problem
And you would always find a way for me to get to you
Knifes, scissors, nails, toothpicks and bobby pins too
Anything that was sharp
Even the edge of the sidewalk
When ever i needed help you would always find your way