Cut

People ask questions, it's not like I'm taking a life
I just reach into my drawer and pull out my knife
It's like all of my problems, they need a remedy
And when they blade hits my skin, it's serenity
Not one of my troubles seems to get any harder
When I push the blade in farther and farther
Suddenly everything begins to spin all around me
As I think of all the things I wish I could be
I try to stay steady, but instead I look my step
This is my one secret that is better off kept
I am now in a pile, sprawled across the floor
I brace and pull up my body using the door
I hear footsteps coming and put the knife away
I'll have to save the rest to de on another day
I look down only to see my battered wrists
Worse than wounds that can be healed by a kiss
I can tell that the scars have begun to form
Yet somehow inside me a new faith is born

** This is just done from my thoughts... I've never actually cut myself before, nor have I thought about doing it. So, I'm sorry if the way I perceived anything offended anyone **