Used To

I used to love the feeling of
That cold razor against my skin.
But no one ever saw the scars,
Now one knew because I didn't let them in.

They didn't notice anything at all
No one knew something was wrong
I didn't care much what they did
Because I truly had no place to belong.

Why I did that, I have no clue.
What I did was wrong, I know.
Doing this and that, doing nothing at all;
Always feeling like I was on show.

I used to love the feeling of
That cold razor against my skin.
But not anymore, stupidity that was
Not anymore, that was just then.

*AN* Well, I haven't cut in 6 1/2 weeks! Congratulate me!!! Well, I'd love some comments on this one, thanks!