I know you only want to help,
I suppose you really cared.
But you couldn't understand why I did,
You've never been stuck there.
I'd choose you any day,
But I need it to live.
It's not as bad as you think,
It really doesn't hurt.
I had to do it more,
For awhile it didn't work.
The sweetness it makes me feel,
So much like a drug,
Replaces the snug feel,
Of a loved one's hug.
I nurture myself with it,
As I see fit.
It's not about blood, or pain,
I don't have an inward desire to maim,
It's about control,
I hurt myself to feel alive,
Sucide it is not,
This makes me survive.
I belong in a center for the damned.
You've really never been there,
You couldn't understand.
