I’m surrounded by problems
That there are no solutions for
I feel like I’m deserted
And nobody cares anymore.

I tell myself to just stay calm
Keep myself controlled for just one night
Doesn’t matter how hard I try
I feel magnetized to this knife.

In my hand now it’s calling me
Reminding me how much better I’ll feel
Just one cut, what can it hurt?
It’s become my fondest appeal.

I see the knife touch my skin
Slice it apart and watch blood stream
Tickling down my flesh
As I silence my own screams.

Not satisfied enough
So another cut I make
This is as real as all can get
I’m not another fake.

As of others disappointed in me
This is just who I am
Yelling and saying I was wrong
But they’re the cause of every problem, and this they don’t understand.*

 
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