Saturday, November 27, 2004

What’s one more cut?
Who’s gonna know?
If I don’t tell
And never show

The blade inches closer
I can feel the rush already
“Just one small cut”
As I hold my hand steady

The pain has stopped
Now the burn sets in
Maybe one more
So I can see it on my skin

Now one cut
Turned into twenty-two
The burning hurts so bad
I don’t know what to do

I’m scared I’ll die
But the cuts aren’t deep
I’m mad at myself
Now I’ll lose more sleep

But he still loves me
And wants me to get better
He’ll be by my side
No matter the weather.