Cuts

The razor is picked up
Just like any other day
But this time it's different
Pain is being demanded
It lingers in the air
Do I cut for the pain or the seconds of emptiness
The pain , I like.
The cuts remind me of the pain
Blood drops and drops
Continuum blood and tears
The razor calls
Day after day, it calls
One cut is not enough
"MORE" it demands
The cuts in my wrist don't come close to the cuts in my heart
Pain, take me away
Cuts, take me away
Never gonna be perfect
Or happy, but this is close
The cuts are hidden like my sadness
I worry if I get caught
But in the end, no one notices
Or cares
Sad, isn't it?
"No one cares" says my thoughts
I sadly agree
I can't help but want one thing
Desire , lust, crave one thing
Cuts