| A Cutter's Repeat |
| Tears fill my eyes, As the anger builds in my mind, I try to hold it in, But I breakdown inside, I hold the blade in my hand, And press it against my skin, I tear myself up on the outside, To escape the pain within, Still fill the hurt inside, So I press the blade down harder, Drag it across my arm, Until I cant go any farther, My eyes become blurry, As I stare at my arm covered in red, I feel a comfort inside of me, But in awhile I'll wish I was dead, These piercing eyes, Look down on me, Call me a freak, When they see these scars on me, They dont understand, The torment and pain in me, They dont ever see, The lie that I have to be, Now I feel myself, Starting to drift away, I lie down & stare at the ceiling, And remind myself that one day it'll be okay. |
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