I don't know why I do this
Why I run the blade across my skin
Why it creates such a rush
Just to watch the liquid crimson

I don't know how this justifies
You hurt me
So I hurt me
I guess it just sets me free

I don't want your sympathy
Or you to be upset
I feel bad enough for myself
My hearts filled with regret

But I keep on going
Creating another beautiful gash
It's ironic that I make these cuts
And the pain leaves so fast

Shouldn't it hurt?
Shouldn't I cry?
Instead I bleed
Left alone to die
 
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