This is really old. I found it. Thought I'd share.
I carved a cross into my arm the other day,
I tried to show you, but you just looked away.
I’m trying to show you I need help,
But you just don’t understand how I felt.
When I cut,
It’s to escape.
Just look into my face,
The pain isn’t hard to misplace.
Don’t you see what you do to me?
You make me so blind, that I can’t see.
When I cut,
It’s to mutilate.
I fainted the other day,
I hit the wall, and there I lay.
Lack of Iron was the cause,
But it’s not the reason my hand’s wrapped in gauze.
When I cut,
It’s to violate.
I may have problems, but so do you,
I forgave your problems, and you did too.
Oh and when we kissed,
I was so ignorant, it was bliss.
When I cut,
It’s for simplicity.
We felt so right,
On that Saturday night
Like nothing else mattered.
When I cut,
It’s to forget.
And when I got home,
It fell apart.
You didn’t care that you had,
Stolen my heart.
When I cut,
It’s to remember.
The days of US seem so far away,
But it seems like it was just yesterday.
When I cut,
It’s to bleed.
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