Cutting Fiend

I wake up in the morning, drag the blade across my skin,
In this world where I'm considered a loser I'm finally starting to win.
I love the way it fels, gliding across my arm,
Of the few things I love in life, my favorite is self harm.
People say I'm crazy, they say I need medication,
But when I pull out my blade I feel as if I'm on vacation.
Instead of crying myself to sleep at night,
I curl up with my razor blade and hold it tight.