Cut my skin, not my heart

Cut my skin, let my blood
pour out all over the floor.
Let the sadness, anger and
misery all out. let it seep into
the ground.

Ah yes dear you may think
you're hurting me when you
cut my skin but in reality you're
saving me.

Yes I know it sounds twisted and
weird but that's where it all lives.
It lives deep within my blood where
we can not see it.

I never told you that did I?
I guess not because all you want
to do is hurt me not save me.

Ah yes, another cut how good
it feels but I must flinch and
act like it hurts or else you will
stop.

Cut a little deeper "My Love".
Let it all out. I think you saw
the look of glee upon my face
because you stopped.

You were able to figure out
I was enjoying it. That it was
what I had wanted.

you closed your demonic
eyes. Then they popped open,
but you had an evil grin upon
your fiery red face.

the knife was raised heading
towards my heart. I screamed,
"Cut my Skin, Not my heart!"

And those were my last words
as you stuck that knife deep
into my once beating heart.
Once you did that you moved
onto your next victim.