Why i cut....

I look in the mirror
disgusted at what i see
I take the blade
to mutilate me

I slice and i cut
until i bleed and scar
this addiction makes me feel
like i'm behind bars

I cannot stop
I have to get relief
i need to cut
so i can breathe

call me crazy
like everyone does
they only remember
who i once was

When pain gets to be to much
my razor is my friend
it eases my pain
so i can see clearly again

So many scars
through all these years
to cover for
all these tears

I need to breathe
so i take my blade
and dig deeper
before i go more insane