Cutting

That knife,
Sliding along my wrist,
I sit and smile,
with a wicked twist,
have you seen my arm,
with all its bloody trails,
this is what i do when all else fails,
you don't understand whats in my head,
All these thoughts of suicide,
Makes me wanna drop dead,
these cuts with a sleeve i hide,
all this blood keeps me alive,
but every night i let some spill,
making it very difficult to survive,