My skin seems to runaway from the sharp edge
Once it passes my skin returns red and irritated
Again and again I slide the blade
Until that wonderful moment
The moment when bright red blood slowly rises
Tears fall from my eyes
I don't know why I'm doing this
My mom pissed me off and left me
That's what started it but it goes much deeper than that
It was just the hair that broke the camel's back
I retrace the blade over my skin
Now my forearm's covered with red liquid
Pain shoots through my arm
Am I punishing myself?
What did I do wrong?
All of this is too much to bear
I feel as if I'll be crushed under the weight of this pain
Maybe cutting myself is a way to let it out
Give the pain an alternate passage out of my body
Why am I doing this?
Is it because of my brother?
Is it because of my mom?
Is it because of my dad?
It's about all my life
Everything that happens to me
For every second, of every minute of every day.