Crimson embrace (Cutting)

With the lights turned off
and the door locked tight
My fingers grasp the blade
and I slowly begin to write

A cut for my dad
A cut for my friends
A cut for my mom
Will the suffering ever end?

The blood runs on the floor
but I make no attempt to stop
I feel a part of myself dying
with the fall of every red drop

A cut for my brother
A cut for my boyfriend
A cut for my sister
Will the suffering ever end?