I cut to bleed, not to die.
I want to hurt, when I cry.
When I cry, I do not feel.
But when I cut, Its all so real.
Its a way to cope, with my life.
It helps me deal, with all my strife.
Not just arms, my legs aswell.
I cut all over, to release my hell.
I can’t scream, I can’t shout.
I cut myself, to let pain out.
No-one knows me, they just stare.
No-one gets it, I don’t care.