Numb

this one is also about cutting, but from a first person perspective

I wish i could be able to feel
distinguish what is fake and real
i feel nothing, i am numb
to think i could have been so dumb
to trust, to love, to bare my soul
and still something's missing, my heart not whole
so i open the wound, make it fresh
let the knife dig into my flesh
blood rushes up and spills out
finally the voices cease to shout
i feel for now, but no more fun
cuz once again i will be numb