My Choice

I handle things a little different
then some of you might.
See, instead of coping like you,
I just use my knife.

Don't ask why
It's just what I do
you say you would never do it
guess what.... I'm not you!

I find comfort in seeing my blood
It seems to set me free
You don't know what it's like
So why don't you let me be?

Instead of crying at night,
I just pull out a blade.
One cut for every
mistake that I've made.

It's my pain release.
It's become a part of me,
It's not killing me.
Just why can't you see?!?!

I love the way it feels
as it slides across my arm.
It keeps me safe through the day
away from all harm.

It's taken over my life
It's how I choose to live
It's all I have left
all I can give

It's nobody's fault
except my own
I have good friends
I come from an okay home...

Don't worry about me
It's just the way thing got to be
you choose ti smile
While I choose to bleed