I Can't Control It
My mother says not to
But I can't help myself
With all those blades on the shelf
Calling my name
I am such a shame
I can't control it
Always trying to talk myself out
But there's so much doubt
There's no way to control
The burning sensation inside my soul
Itching to run the blade across my skin
Knowing it's a horrible sin
The red flows
Following the blade
Soon everything starts to fade
