Cutting

The pain is too much, I can’t take it anymore, It makes me want to fall, Straight through the floor. I’ve held it inside me, For far too long, I’m tired of being told, That everything I do is wrong. The first time was an accident, But I’ll do it again, Even though I know, Cutting is a sin. I hold the blade in my hand, Swipe it across my skin, I see the blood come pouring out, I think I found a new friend. You may not believe me, But I don’t feel the pain, Even though the blood, Pours like the rain. When I see the blood, Coming from the cut, I feel the pain leaving, For my eyes are now shut. I finally found something, I can control, I know when to stop, I control the flow. When the blood leaves me, Other things do as well, The pain and heartache, There’s no more to tell.