Blade of Trust

I'm angry,
I'm upset,
They don't know how i feel.
They ask me why I do it,
I say I don't it to know I'm real.
They tell me that I'm crazy and i shouldn't cut my self.
I say to them
What the hell,
I don't do it for my health.
I do it to know that I'm still alive,
I do it to myself just to get a high/
Sometimes its so deep
Blood runs all the way down my arm.
Sometimes I push just enough
To induce self inflicted harm.
One of these days
I will probably cut it way to deep
And if by chance that would happen,
Then i will for ever sleep.