Repeat

Blades, glass, and knifes covered in blood

Creating and opening to let pain out

My feelings are numbed

But only for now

Just a few seconds of relief

proof of my strife

I once had plans of a future so bright

I cover the opening my insides out

I cover it like a mounth ready to shout

One thing I tell myself while I'm carving my skin

Is that "I'm only doing this for attention"

I act as if there's nothing wrong with me

blood rushing down my limbs, it stings

More cuts, then they heal

Peices of my skin the balde steals

I sleep while my arm stings

Waking up with dried blood on my sheets

And now again the cycle repeats.