The Cuts Of Life

As I sit here with my face buried in my knees,
Crying so no one can see,
I think about how my life
Is so filled with strife.
When I've cried till I can't cry anymore,
And my eyes are red, swollen, and sore,
I pick up my only friend
And cut, hoping it will end.
I cut more and deeper this time
And everything is fine
As my pain comes out with the blood.
The blood is pouring like rain
As I hope no one has to feel my pain.
Everyone around is so busy
So I sit here dizzy
And cut yet again.
Everyone thinks it is such a sin
To cut and burn your own skin.
Why do I have to do this again?
Why does everyone laugh at my pain?
And tell me I am insane?
Why don't they understand
And offer a helping hand?
So I sit here with my razor once again
While all my strife
Comes out with the cuts of life.