It feels normal after awhile
it's what keeps me going
to me this is my style
keeping the blood flowing.
The cuts give me this feeling
like I'm high
I feel like I'm healing
but really I'm gonna die.
The cold knife against my skin
I haven't felt it for a bit
but now I'm giving in
and I make the first slit.
I watch the blood seep out
and pain is realeased
the devil inside creeps out
I feel okay for now at least.
All I needed was someone to care
someone to save my life
anyone to show me they're there
but the only thing helping me was a knife.
I don't have friends anymore
and the cuts become more deep
my body feels sore
but what I have left I need to keep.
I'll cherish my knife
let more blood drain
who needs this life
it only brings pain.
So I'll cut this body which is so lifeless
just dig the point into me
I'll let the knife grace my wrists
and watch my scarlet red sea.
I'll destroy my inner hurt
I'll get my knife while they sleep
this knife I will insert
this time the cut will be TOO deep.