You know why I cut
I cut to feel whole
I cut to free me
I cut to feel real
I cut to remind myself that physical pain hurts so much more than the emotional
That I'm still alive right
Unless I cut too deep or to close to the end zone
Then I'm dead right
Just a bloodless. Body
Sitting, lying in wait
I'm fine now though
I'm alright
I don't feel hurt I don't feel like dying
Right or do I ..
Cause I still feel it
the pain I promised I wouldn't feel
The pain I promised I wouldn't give into
I said it I swore it an oathe
And I keep my words right
At least I usually do
I guess not today though
Cause to stay
Sane I must go crazy
I must forget my oath
I must once again become that body
Lying down bloody
I can only smile as the relive fills me and I breathe only to find out the air I breath is toxic .
But the toxicity is a problem for later
