My wrists are throbbing
But I can't get enough
The blood keeps on flowing
It's getting all over my stuff
I can't stop the red river
But it feels like I'm glowing
That's what cutting is to me
A sweet release
Dancing on the edge with the deceased
It's harder now though
Because of scar tissue and you
Who told my mom
When I though you were true
But a true friend wouldn't do that
Did you ever think that I didn't want help?
That I didn't want to get better?
Obviously not, or else I wouldnt be here
Now I'm on this stuff
It makes me feel numb
I don't like that feeling
I think the feeling that cutting gives me
And even though I'm "happy"
I'm still addicted to the feeling
Of dragging that metal across my skin.
