One cut
Two cuts
I cut
You cut
Our wrist are out canvas the razor our brush
The paint is our blood
One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Four
All I feel is numb
My heart is not that sore
Blood cascades down my thigh
The feeling gives me a high
Horizontal
Vertical
I want my life to end
If only someone cared enough to stop me
To bad I don't have friends
