When I want to cut it's like a raging war in my head
Oh you know that sharpener in that filing cabinet go get it
No! You promised you wouldn't do it anymore
One cut won't hurt they won't even notice
Yes they fucking will, they did last time
That was last time
You know when dad asked would we cut again
Yeah
And we said no
What are you getting at
And HE SAID I DON'T BELIVE YOU
he doesn't fucking believe us
No
And then I feel like I'm having a mental break down like I'm being ripped In half and sigh
I cut and everything leeks out like the blood from the cut
Cutting isn't just this things that goes away
It's not a thing that's an be solved with therapy
It a mental illness
No pill can cure
