My Curse

I tear myself daily
I'm not even sure why,
The last time I checked
it was to make sure I was alive

The scars all over me
so thin and so smooth,
They're part of who I am
they're my pasts only proof

I know it isn't right
doing the things I do
I'm in need of help
cause I'm into drinking too

I'm ready to survive more hurt,
I'm here to take a stand
I'm here all alone,
a bloody razor at hand

I know its very wrong,
my drinking and my cutting
help me please, I'm lost inside
and I feel like I'm rotting

The blade is so inviting
I can hear it call my name,
"come on over here
use me without shame"

So I do as the blade says
and hide the scars from sight,
I'm falling for the ecstasy all over again,
I'm loosing this unfair fight

I tear myself open,
the blood is pouring out,
This the only way
I express my feelings
without having to shout

Cause when I'm with my friends
I'm happy as can be,
I crack a smile,
laugh for the while,
I keep up the act for them to see

And I'm sorry friend,
I've really, really tried
It's so difficult to stop
when I'm all torn up inside

The scars are just
a minor reflection,
of what I keep locked inside,
It's my greatest imperfection

I try to stop
and somehow end up worse,
This is just me
with this never ending curse

I know cutting isn't good,
In fact I know it's bad
tell me what to do friend
when I'm angry or very, very sad

I want the scars to stop coming
I don't want to feel this hurt
Help me stop the drinking
Help me fight this curse!

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