I was never a big fan of cutting,
to pour out the anguish, with a knife
to let troubles and pain, just slip away
as we forget who we are in life
to slowly start piercing the vein
and watch as the color of blood, flows
to know its not right, but to continue without sight
of what is clearly staining our clothes
all this suffering and pain that we go through
all just to gradually drift away from our grief
to take the woe from our hearts at a perry
as the knife will bring you to some relief
though i was against all this cutting and torture
the bloodshed and unhealed scars
i believe it is actually the only way
to forget life, to forget him, or who you are
