Why?
Ever so softly, I let it graze my skin
The tip as sharp as a pin
No blood, no pain, just a sting as I spin
I smile, I laugh, I'm happy, but why did I sin?
I swear I'm in glee
I'm as stiff as a tree
I dance with the sea
Why am I doing this to me?
Why am I cutting myself?
Why am I loving the sensation?
Why is it addicting?
Why am I doing this to me?
I'm happy
I'm fine
I'm okay
I can laugh as loud as I can.
But why am I loving the pain?
Am I going insane?
I hope I don't cut a vein
Because for sure, I will do it again
Why? I don't know.
