I cut because it hurts,
It leaves scars on my tainted skin,
It shows the hell you put me through,
It shows my cries for pain and death.
When I put my hands on the knife,
I start it slow,
Going with the beat,
Running across my veins.
Feeling the blood run freely down,
Hearing the drops on the floor,
Plunk.
Plunk.
The blood is warm againts my freezing flesh,
My eyes start to darken,
My head starts to spin,
Around the room is going,
Out the blood is flowing.
Towards the end,
I know I can't,
I can't go on in this life,
But how can I die with only the first try?
Everything is cold,
The blood stops it's flow,
I'm screaming for life,
In this dark world.



-cutting isn't worth it-

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