AS I SIT AND CUT

I told you I wouldn't do it again
And I tried so hard not to
But I was a mess on the inside
I had all these emotions building up inside me
And I had no way of letting them out
So I picked up the razor
And pressed it into my skin
As the blood runs across my arm
Tears slowly roll down my cheeks
I need to feel more
So I make a second cut, then a third
The razor hits the bathroom floor
I need to do it once more
I pick up the razor and cut so deep
Deeper than I've done before
I drop the blade and hold my arm tight
It won't stop bleeding
I look down at what I did
I see the other scars on my wrist
I start to feel numb and I don't feel the pain
IT'S MY ADDICTION
MY DRUG IN SOME WAYS
I know I need help but
It seems like no one cares
I don't know where to turn
As I sit watching my wrists bleed
Looking for someone to help
Why does God do this to me?
But no one comes I'm all alone
I can't move my feet are in stone
As I sit feeling my death come near
Sitting in darkness with no fear
Knowing not a single soul
Will miss me when I'm gone
Happiness is not money, fortune, or fame
It's waking up feeling no shame
Knowing your love is beside you
No one can stop it it's just you two
Still sitting the blood running low
Feeling so much weakness nobody knows