Just Another Cutter.

One cut, two cut, three cut, four

Your blood drips down to the floor

You cut to five

So that you may feel alive

Six cut, seven cut, eight cut, nine

You can't leave your thoughts behind

As you get to ten

You think "I won't be doing this again"

As the day slips by

You want to cut but don't know why

The urge is strong

Even though you know it is wrong

You don't want to let your demons win

Yet finally you give in

One cut, two cut, three cut, four

Still you cut more

Now onto five

You feel more dead than alive

Six cut, seven cut, eight cut, nine

Dark thoughts occupy your mind

In no time you cut to ten

You repeat this over and over again

You cut to feel

To know that this pain is real

You no longer care to quit

You know you'd go insane without it

It's become a part of you

So still you continue.