It ran across.
I felt the pain, then the relief.
I saw the blood.
For once I was happy.
That was the first cut. Try to count them now and youâ??ll lose count.
It runs smoothly across my skin, leaving a grotesque scar.
People say cutters are crazy.
Cutting is out relief.
You do what you think helps, so do I.
I never go to deep.
Just enough to bleed, and feel the relief.
Sometimes I draw intricate designs with the blade.
They all mean something, they all have stories.
Designs show the meanings, regular cuts are just what you see there, not showing what they really mean.
I know one mistake may cost my life.
Iâ??ve learned ways to prevent that.
Then the day came.
I messed up.
Even as my life was fading I thoughtâ?¦
I thought no one care.
I was wrong.
As I watch over, they cry.
I regret nothing about my life but the scars.
They show mistakes made.
All I want is to say sorry.
I want to say destroy the bladeâ?¦
