Twenty Cuts

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four,
I�m begging for pain,
Please bring me more.
Each cut reduces a problem,
But adds one more,
One more storing,
Inside my locked door.
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight,
New pain came and took your place.
Nine cuts, ten cuts, eleven cuts, twelve,
Someone please help me, I�m falling down.
Thirteen cuts, fourteen cuts, fifteen cuts, sixteen,
My heart begins to stop to beat.
Seventeen cuts, eighteen cuts, nineteen cuts, twenty,
Please help me, my arm has too many.
The blood is pouring, my bed is covered,
I feel like I�m in a lake, with blood all over.
Tears begin to fall,
I reach my hand to wipe them,
I bring it down to look,
Blood covered hands,
I think I�m going for good.
I sliced my hand,
Across the wrist,
Exactly the right spot,
For now I fall to the ground,
And my heart suddenly and silently stops.