Pain Within

Why do these cuts define me?
They twist, control, and bind me.
Inside of me there's a raging war,
It all began with the skin I tore.
All this pain within myself,
Released with scissors of the shelf.
The craziness inside my head,
Is matched with all the blood I shed.
I have to watch myself bleed,
It's become an unbearable need.
I'm not smart, pretty, or thin,
So I have to make marks on my skin.
I'll bleed forever for sollace,
My own corrupted death kiss.
I'll visit and flirt with suicide,
To make the pain within subside.