Cutting is what relieves the pain,
For now it is in bedded in my brain,
As i walk i see the rain,
for my life to me is nothing but shame.
I see the blood as a cry,
A broken heart from a guy,
As we both said goodbye,
I look to him and say why?
Its just another problem adding on,
So this cutting just makes me more strong,
This life seems mighty long,
When you would like it to be far gone.
They don't pay attention,
Or see the signs,
All they say its just another Guy,
If they look at my wrists then they might see,
The horror and pain that has made me, ....me.
I look at the razor in disgrace,
But putting it to my skin seems to be a race,
As the cold blade is put in my skin,
I feel that all the pain has just stormed in.
I use to think it was foolish and dumb,
Until one day i cut my thumb,
Then tried my wrists another night,
For the pain within me was holding tight.
My parents drove me to do it,
So now I'm sorta suck in this pit.
They look at me and see nothing wrong,
For this suffering has gone on way to long.
I think cutting is a relief,
From the pain and strife I've come to believe,
Cutting is now apart of me,
And when I do it I feel free.
This is a pain I can control,
And nothing else can heal my soul.
So when I see the blood coming down my arm,
It makes me all so warm.
So if you dare to try this pain,
Make sure its not in bedded in your brain,
So when you start to see the rain,
Then you will know your life has come to shame.
