I sit here, with my vice
I look at it and start to cry
I know what I'm doing is wrong but yet so right.
It helps me sleep through out the night.
It keeps me alive while I'm dying inside.
The first cuts hurt a little.
As my blood seeps to the floor, I start to scream.
I start to moan.
Every slash deeper and deeper.
Every gash bleeds longer.
My tension grows stronger.
It lingers for days at a time.
Then I crave the pain.
Will you come and save me this time or am I just going to Die by my knife?
