They all say and call it crazy,
They all say it’s sick,
I think it’s freedom,
The pain is fierce but it’s quick.

They all say that it’s a sin
Just a little to risqué
But it helps release the pain

























I go through every day

The blade is sharp and cold,
It runs across my skin,
Leaving me to ponder,
To decide how deep I cut in.

Icy chill running down my spine,
Makes me feel at ease,
I no longer feel like a coward,
Fucking up on everything with every breath I breathe.

Some days I want to stop,
Feeling like everything's wrong,
Trying to let go of the blade,
Sometimes I can but not for long.

I'm addicted to the pain,
The feeling taking refuge in my veins,
Leaving me feeling confused and alone,
Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained.