Cuts

I cut 4 him,
I cut for her,
I cut & now time is just a blur
All this blood
All these scars
Are just evidence of my self harm
I couldent stop, he asked me to
I dident do it for him,
I cant do it for u.

I need the pain
complete i feel
when razors edge meets broken soul.
I think I'm healed, but once again my painful plight, sends me to my razors charms,
as once again, the razors falls, sleeps in my arms.