All I want to do is cut.
I want that taste of metal down the tip of my tongue.
Run jagged lines down my body
Make me feel the pain of a sting so ice cold, I scream in a gasp of air.
Send chills through my body that make each move and every step difficult to bear
I want to see blackness as my fist collide against my temple
I want that hard smell of blood in my nose as I hit my eye just right.
I want to deck myself to wear everyone will see the ****** I am
Beat myself senseless
****** and black and blue.
Weezy as I fail to move.
Nothing satisfies my thirst for blood
I want myself dead, yet....
I manage one more day without a touch of a blade.