Cutting.

Every time I cut my self,
I feel the blood drops roll.
Down my skin and down to the ground.
The pain feels bad,
But the soul feels mad.
What have you done to yourself?

Are you glad that you're in pain?
Really you are insane.
The pressure of some people,
The weakness that divides,
From good to bad,
From sensitive and strong.

You are a person not a doll.
Be careful or you'll fall.
Or hell will call.