I look at myself
all i see are cuts
on my body
in my heart
everything is torn
no one can put me together
I'm so broken
the crimson color of blood
puddle around my arms and legs
such irony
i said I'd never do this
the bitter taste of lies
i taste them every day
i can't look at myself
without seeing scars
of old cuts
and the blood around new cuts
people ask me if i do it purposely
i laugh at them
i cut for relief
not for fun
they cause me pain
count the cuts
you'll see how many times
i was hurt
i dare you to count
but you would turn in disgust
they always do
i laugh at your foolishness
you foolish sheep
count the cuts on my heart
you'll turn your head
in shame
without meaning it
all i know now are cuts
so leave me be