Self harm-cutting part 1

Remember when you were small,
and a cut was nothing at all.
when being alone,only meant
no one would play in you little tent.

But now to me a cut is,
something that cant be made better by a mummy's kiss.
its a copy mechanism, a natural feeling to me,
I cover my cuts for no one must see.

Its not all just action,
its a mental addiction.
the more i do it,the more i cut,
i feel the need,the feeling in my gut.

I feel moody and snap at people out of the blue,
I apologize,and say "its nothing to do with you".
but i don't want to explain,
coz no one understands,they all just think I'm insane.