Take the razorblade and slice your arm
It will be a kick no serious harm
Cut in places you can hide with clothes
It’s your dirty little secret
And nobody knows
If you don’t know why you do it
Let me try to explain
You do it to feel anything
Even if it is extreme pain
Before cutting you felt nothing
No future no past
Dead, dying and alone
The best time to cut is when nobody is home
All covered in blood you stare at the mirror
Make damn sure you’re quite
Or someone will hear
How can you stop go ahead and ask it
You won’t stop till they put you in a casket

....ooooo...

:)

Ummm WOW! :)

damn. interesting how close it is to what i used to do. not to that scale, but still aomewhat th same.

Hmm, I believe this is one poem that the rage and pain inside of me can thoroughly relate to! U captured the essence of the emotions very well!