The Cutter
I watch the blood soak threw my sweater,
and oh how I feel so much better.
To the bathroom is where I went,
Didn't bother to give anyone a hint.
Belive me no way I want to die,
But cutting myself gives me an
unexplainable high!
This pain rips threw my heart,
But my kids and boyfriend I
will not part.
Okay now some will say I'm just crazy,
or say "kill herself, no way she's to lazy"
I just want to watch it bleed,
I guess my depression needs to feed.
Right now I just can't smile,
Leave me be on the bathroom tile.
Don't tell me you understand
because I know you'll turn when
I reach for your hand.
Just let the blood soak threw me sweater,
Just give me 20 minutes so I can feel better.
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