I think I've stretched this for far too long,
Seven months it's been without a single one,
The tears have stopped I feel okay,
I know I'm going to cut today,
My wounded, torn, shredded heart,
Is tired of being ripped apart,
So I will cut somewhere else,
And escape this piece of living hell.
It's no one's fault, I will not fight,
I know I'm going to cut tonight.
No suicide, no thoughts of death,
Just feeling alive again is best.
I'm not alone, really I'm doing fine,
I just crave a few blood red lines.
If someone knew they'd freak out,
But it's nothing really to worry about.
I'm not going crazy, I'll wake up tomorrow,
The peace of the razor I just want to borrow.
They'll call this a relapse, say I'm not okay,
But really I don't care what they say.
I know what I'm doing hurts those I love,
But it isn't them that I'm thinking of.
I'm thinking of the crimson lines,
The dripping hands don't seem like mine.
The sting of peace that comes with pain,
I'm thinking I know I won't do it again.
Those who know me may find out,
But this is my choice and I have no doubts.
The beads of blood that grow and cool,
The heat fades and cold blood pools,
This is proof that I'm alive,
This is not a good reason to cry.
The pain I'm feeling is physical pain,
No more pain from emotional games.
I slide the razor across my wrist,
And know this time the answer was this.
