I’ve morphed myself into a trance as I search for my friend I find him in a drawer, shining silver and sharp While lifting it I remove the safety cap And as I draw it across me, I feel nothing I finally get what I deserve, a slice, a cut, a tare But it’s not enough I pull and press the skin apart and together I bleed I drift I’m not finished, I’m addicted I go again, and again, a hundred times if that’s what it takes I can’t feel it What’s happened, what’s wrong, what did I do I never wanted to be this way And while it disgusts me I feel releaved I no longer feel sorry for things I’m not sorry for.