Cut

The stinging sensation, the bad vibrations
the blood begins to gush
as you feel the adereneling rush
the skin tears, no wits open
theres nothing left to put through pain
I put your voice to to the side
and hold up the knife, lisening to the voices inside my head, while thinking
its too late to turn if for sleeping
you dont have to act or say
just take the knife, and cut away