Cuts on my wrist,
Some on my hips,
And the ankles ,
Well you should already now.

The blood goes down,
The blade presses past,
For a moment I feel fine,
Until the cuts goes deep.

There's over a hundred scars,
Some are gone,
There's more still here,
I feel like im not healing.

These cuts are part of my life,
And no one can stop me.
No help will ever do,
Because it will just be me and the blade.

Forever, until the end.


                j.s