When this feeling comes
I start shaking
And wrist starts aching
I don't know
What to do.
He says if that blade
Meets my skin
He'll leave me again.
But he doesn't understand
I need to feel
The pain
I need to feel that blade
Deep in my wrist
I know I'm insane.
But I can't fight the feeling
I can't not want to
Cut
And watch the blood
Drip down my arm
And hit the floor.
At this point someone will
Normally open my door
And ill smile
With tears of regret.
Regret not for the cut
Or the blood
But for the hurt I have to you.
I do this to harm myself
And yet other hurt to.