I don't cut because i want to die
I cut to rid of the pain
And hopefully make it through the day
I don't shed tears, im too weak
I shed blood
And this harm is like a wild fire
Quickly spreading
Leaving behind scars
Those pale white memories
Are now a part of me
It's strange
I go to my razor to deal with my problems
Because it's my only friend
Don't try to help me, i know im broken
I know im worn out
I know im not enough
But that's ok
I don't matter
I just have to make another day
And deal with it
