What I said

I told myself never again
I told myself it was all just a trend
I told myself I don't need this
I told myself just clench your fist
I asked myself why
but the only reply
was the blood and the pain
why is this razor
keeping me sane
When i look at the drawings
all scratched in my arms
I wonder if the cutting
is causing you harm
this cannot hurt you if you don't know
ill keep this to myself
leaving my feelings alone
they will fend for themselves
or at least this i say
I know if i don't stop
Ill soon have to pay
for all the pain i take away
it will come again
with this razor sway
I'm sure you could help
if I wanted you to
but I'm not going to make you
this, i wont do
i need to deal with this myself
not get you mixed up
your worth so much more
I don't want to be the reason
If your heart gets torn
I love you so much
this would all go away
If i had your touch today