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It scares you.
What I'm doing to myself,
You hate it,
But Ive got nothing else.

The long scars
Look like angry snakes
Posionious bite
That makes your body ache.

The feel of the metal
Cold like ice
Takes away too much pain
Cutting is my vice

The pain is only temporary,
The results last awhile,
It's sad that such a twisted thing,
Seems to make me smile.

See to me pain is pleasure,
A way to be okay,
Something that forcasts a future,
And takes away today.

You think it's for attention,
And I tell you that its not,
I dont see anything wrong,
It's all that I got.


You could learn to love me,
You could learn to care,
You could learn to notice..
HEY I'M STANDING THERE.

But you just see past me,
I'm not even real,
I am just a shadow in the way,
Not allowed to think or feel.

But I do have feelings,
Ones I dont understand,
So when others tell me I'll live,
I don't believe I can.

I get all mixed up inside,
And lose everything I have,
The only way to get it back,
Is to cut and stab.

You don't understand me,
I guess that's okay,
I want to be normal,
Won't you help me find a way?

It scares you,
What Im doing to myself,
It scares you,
So help me get some help.