I
I don't
I don't need
To cut

Is what I whisper
Over and over again
To myself
Rocking in my bed

It's a comforting motion
With a comforting notion
But it doesn't seem to
Comfort me at all

I
I don't
I don't need
To slice down my thigh

Only you keep
Me going
Keep me from going
From leaving the planet

Thanks love
I don't know why you
Like my scary scattered brain
But I guess I shouldn't complain

I
I don't
I don't need
The razors right now

But I still succumb
No matter what I tell myself
I still fall down
To my knees

I
I still
I still need
To cut