Cut

At first just a scratch
Helped deal with it
A tiny mark on my legs
No one noticed a bit

Then came a small point
I thought it would do
But i couldnt draw blood
I need something new

I found that screw
It seemed to do well
Still cut on my legs
So no one could tell

I slightly drew blood
But it wasn't enough
Satisfaction soon ended
I need something rough

I turned to the scissors
Fairly sharp with a blade
I was feeling relieved
With the cut I had made

It's only small
But I can feel it close
Its the swelling around
That I think hurts the most

I want to see blood
To know that I'm real
I want to pick up
That cold stainless steel

I'll sit all alone
The bedroom door shut
Alone with my problems
As I sit there and cut