Sharpening the Knife

So what Don't give me that look It was just a cut I am no crook I feel better To see my arm bleed You yell, "Get Her" But the cut is my feed Why do you make me stop? It doesn't hurt that bad You are not some sort of cop Cutting makes me glad I don't feel anymore But the sharp blade I am no longer hurting in the core All the feelings fade I wear a jacket To cover the scars And I'll have to hack it They are my permanent memoirs So I'll just sit And sharpen the knife Don't throw a fit This is my life It's not like you know pain I do, more then others I live life in vain And I won't get help from my mother I don't want your help Just leave me alone So just hush your yelp Don't give me that tone This is my choice Not yours to say The cut is my voice So just let me waste away... This is for anyone, who has felt alone, you aren't, things can never be as bad as they seem, just keep moving and never give up.