Saved

The pain kills
Hurts like a b i t c h
I cant stop scratching
The cuts itch

I see the blood
And I feel a high
I feel relieved
I let out a long sigh

I drop the knife
Hide the blades
Put it away for another day
I may need saved

Clean up the crimson red
Put my head down in shame
Say its all over now
No more pain

Look at my arm
See what I have made
I am addicted to my knife
I need it to be saved…