Cut The skin

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I do this to feel pain,
Cut my skin, again and again

My friends, they worry,
They fear it’s me, which they will soon bury

They will never understand, what goes on in my mind,
They only see flesh wounds, for that they’re blind

But trying to help is useless,
Attempts to understand are quite fruitless

I’ll never tell anyone, my innermost thoughts,
Don’t bother trying, they can’t be bought

I do it to feel pain,
But somehow, I never gain