Cutting

I get a sad look in my eyes
as I pick up the knife
it's been so long without cutting
but now there's too much strife

I'd love to slice me open
to see that I still feel
my world is so messed up now
I can't tell fake from real

I try to stop the urge
but I know I will not win
and you're what's on my mind
as the knife breaks through my skin

I watch the blood begin to pour
as tears flow from my eyes
I just tried to win your love
tell me - is this my prize?

My open wound keeps bleeding
as you're all that fills my head
but I don't want to think of you
so I drift off to bed

I hate myself for breaking
and cutting once again
but you're the one who left me
so it's your fault in the end.

(Even though it's mine.)