I thought I was over this

Believed that I was through,

And you wanna know the weird thing,

I convinced myself t'was true.

Turns out I was wrong though,

And this wouldn't be a first.

I have a thirst for blood,

I guess I am just cursed.

So I take up my old razor

And bury it in my skin.

Now I watch the blood pour out,

This is my secret, kept within.

A/N: I went through a phase where I cut myself, I stopped but I started again for a while, I write this the first night I started again before finally stopping.