Knowing i Cant Stop

She knows no-one can touch her.
She?s happy and she?s free.
She has no cares.
She can be who she wants to be.

I feel the blade of the knife upon my skin,
Cold, sharp and cruel.
I feel like I?m a different person,
Like I?m defying every rule.

For a brief moment in time,
I am the girl who?s free.
For a brief moment in time,
I am me.

Then I see the blood.
The droplets form on my skin.
And fall on the table,
And again the knife will win.

My wrists are a maze of scars,
Bold, ugly and red.
I know this is bad but I can?t stop.
I need to keep those thoughts in my head.