I Hurt Myself Today

I have a thing to tell to you, a thing I have to say.

A thing that is so very sad, I hurt myself today.

I’ve asked myself how this can be, and if it is a fact.

But I look down upon my arm, and I see I’ve done the act.



I took a blade, oh so sharp, and drew it cross my arm.

It was, a stupid senseless thing, that only did me harm.

But as the blood began to flow, it felt so good to me.

For as the pain began to hit, it seemed to set me free.



All the pain and loneliness, that I’d been forced to hide.

It all flowed out, with the blood, I felt so good inside.

Then the blood began to fall, it fell like dripping rain.

But it was my comforter, an adjunct to the pain.



Perhaps it is a punishment, that I feel that I must bear.

Because I am so worthless, and I have no one to care.

There is no one to love me, no one that I’ll let near.

For all I do is hurt them, with my loneliness and fear.



All I do the whole day long, is just sit in here and cry.

And wonder why life is so cruel, and will not let me die.

But now I have found a friend, and all I have to say.

At last I feel so good inside, because I hurt myself today.