For I need to feel wanted,
But I want to feel needed.

Before I met you, I was trapped in a nightmare, but you turned it into a dream from which I never want to leave.

I have endangered the best part of my life,
By returning to the worst part of myself.

I may have returned to what makes me strong,
But I miss what makes me happy.

I am a cutter, so what, does it look like I care?
It helps keep me alive, get me through my despair.
I despise being labelled, and when people stare,
Back the hell off, I don't need you, its my way to repair.

Teardrops of blood, they hold my pain,
Allowing my mind to clear.
The release they bring allows me to attain,
My presence without fear.