My Addiction

All of my life,
i never knew what to do.
I always had problems,
and rough times i had to go through.

Then one summer night,
all i could do was cry.
My life seemed so worthless,
and i just wanted to die.

I knew death wasnt the answer,
so i got the next best thing.
I said to myself,
this will only sting.

I picked up a razor,
and put it to my arm.
I slowly slid it across,
as i knew i was committing harm.

It hurt for a moment,
and bled alot.
I waited a couple minutes,
but the blood still didnt stop.

Looking at all the blood,
made me relieved.
Stress was no longer there,
nor the pain i received.

So after that night,
cutting became a habit.
I did it all the time,
its like i needed it.

The price i pay is little,
i just be a little soar.
But its so worth it,
because i get to watch my blood pour.

You can call it my addiction,
because its hard to stop.
Its like a drug,
and i love it alot.