had to put this!
I was addicted
To a pain that's self-inflicted.
I don't cry; I don't hurt,
Instead, I cut.
My pain slept beneath my skin
In a war I could never win.
The crimson tears fell from my wrist,
While I held a tightly clenched fist.
You'd cut your eyes at me,
Laugh at who I wanna be.
You made me end up this way,
Screaming from torture day after day.
My heart would race
And step up a pace,
Just to know I'm still alive
In a world where I can't strive.
Tired and lonely,
I yearn to be happy.
A sharp edge; a beaded line,
Across my arm in second's time.
I cut to feel
The pain that is real.
I cut to have an emotion
That no one else can heal.
To a pain that's self-inflicted.
I don't cry; I don't hurt,
Instead, I cut.
My pain slept beneath my skin
In a war I could never win.
The crimson tears fell from my wrist,
While I held a tightly clenched fist.
You'd cut your eyes at me,
Laugh at who I wanna be.
You made me end up this way,
Screaming from torture day after day.
My heart would race
And step up a pace,
Just to know I'm still alive
In a world where I can't strive.
Tired and lonely,
I yearn to be happy.
A sharp edge; a beaded line,
Across my arm in second's time.
I cut to feel
The pain that is real.
I cut to have an emotion
That no one else can heal.