Why do i do what i do ©

Another cut
is another pain
I can't stand it anymore
I can't even mend

So I cut and don't know why
why do I do what I do
my friends tell me theres no reason
but yet I still do

I wish I could tell them why
or the pain I'm in
but they dont understand
who else will

I try to cope all by myself
but still I still rip my flesh
so what can I do
for an unhealing soul

wish I could stay
wish I couldnt cry
wish I could dare
to live another try

my life isn't worth while
if all I do is cry
I am sitting here wondering
what I do is really all i can do

why do I do what I do?