Why is it so wrong?
If it makes me feel good
When did you become the decider?
Of my life and of my world.
I need to do it, not for one
Particular reason but just to cause harm.
I want more scars and I need to see
More blood. Who cares if I do it?
As long as I don't cut to deep, right.
I didn't do it long, but for that
Time it was good, and helped me
Through so much. I didn't ask you
To care so much. But now I feel
Guilty coz I really wana do it
But the thought of disappointing
Both of you at this point is way too much.
I can't deal with it, especially this pressure
From everything that's going on.
I fear of exposing my arm, or letting
The mask slip. Family and friends thinking
You're everything especially happy. How wrong could
They be, when they see, I cut to be free.
I can never tell them, even though I love them so.
I'm just afraid of having to let them go.
Will they see me the same or turn on me
Like some do. This pain is just getting way to
Much, I can't deal and just wana feel the steel.
I don't know how long I can go on,
I just hope I don't go to far with my
Blade next time, coz I don't know if the cutting will
Cease or would I finally find peace,
As I drift into that thing they call eternal sleep.
A/N… Plz R&R. mean a lot.