TW: self h@rm
The cuts are fast
The blade is sharp
Oh but I'm still left in the dark
The voices are loud
The tears are heavy
Oh how I want to steady
"Why are you like this?" a voice calls out
screaming my name without a doubt
"You're horrible!"
"You're sick!"
Oh how much I want to stop it
Oh how much I want to take a gun
Blow my brains out
One and done
The voices words ringing in my head
Why am I like this?
