Cut, Slash, Punch,
It's in my head,
Not just that,
My heart longs for it,
I need the balance,
Of seeing the blood,
My knuckle crash,
Against the concrete,
The bruise instant,
I need it,
To block out,
My thoughts,
My aching,
The hurt,
That's just so raw,
How am I meant to live,
With that,WIth me,
I've let so many people down,
And the horrible thing is,
I do it naturally.
