Cutting

Talks about my problem

To me it's the most hightest
feeling of exdicy
Whenever someone get's
the best of me

It's allowing my
mournful heart to cry
Through the cuts on my body
bestowed by I

The emotional pain
stays inside
until it bleeds out of
my hearts eyes

The greatest feeling
I've ever Known
Becomes more thrilling
as my sadness grows

The cuts become
deeper and deeper
As my body grows
weaker and weaker

I don't care
If I die
from letting
my heart cry

My emotional pain
is too great
And dieing
Is everyones fate

I except that it doesn't
matter when I self mutilate
I'm just going to die anyway
A few years give or take

I can't give up
my addiction
nothings better
no alchohol, weed or prescription

Maybe one day
I might try to stop
Maybe so
Hopefully not