the final cut

there's the scars
those ******* scars again
wondering when I'll feel
alright again

it's time to pretend
so I cover em up
with that make up
flesh tone
skin tone

never felt so alone
with this razor and it
bites- it shreds
like carnivorous teeth

like beneath all
those scars the
******* scars again
flashing red signals
again

just stop it
stop it
please sew yourself
up so the droplets

don't run and run
pulse is a beating
drum so fast
a blast of adrenaline

but there's the scars-
those ******* scars again
and it just needs to be
put to an end

need to stop using the knife
as a final slice
using the razor as an outlet
the last cut

never seems to be
enough
I don't love it
I loathe it

and it's almost
like becoming
addicted to this ****
as if I'm stuck in a whirlwind
of a cutting addiction

cause there's those scars-
those ******* scars again...