Cutter

sad and depressing, not for the weak of heart.

My blood pours
Yet my spirit soars
I'm elated
That my heart is tainted
Without pain
There is no gain
Is what I say
Every day
And yet I fear
When my friends are near
Will they see
The pain thats me?
Will they cry
And watch me die?
Or will they guffaw
While I saw
Away at my arm
Simply to cause harm?
My skin is raw and red
And my blood is staining my bed
It drips to the floor
But I still want more
Without pain
There is no gain
But I find I'm not gaining
Only maiming
Take my pain away
Take ME away!
Save me!
Help me!
Please...