The therapist lost

Its finally happen, Ive relapsed
Does this mean the war is done
That there won't be another battle
And that cutting has won

Or is it really cutting who has victory
I could want it too
Then who would the loser be
If this is what I want to do

Is it the counclers and therapist
All the doctors who say its wrong
Could it have been that I didnt want to
That they convinced me to go along

Well its my life to screw up
And its my emotions I have to feel
So its my say in how I face them
I say how I choose to deal

Running, writing, and reading
May be all fine and dandy for you
But for me the pain is what does it
The pain holds the key to whats true

Although you can't say
That I never gave you methods fair chance
I tried everything that you gave
And with more then just one glance

So if I decide to quit this war
And go on the path that I choose
Then go find some other sick mind
Because with my mind you loose