You bleed just to know your alive

Remember when slitting your
wrist felt so good
that nothing else matterd
but the pain running down your arm

i sure do.. that sensation
taking over your body to gain
that control again..

you bleed just to know your alive
you run the razor blade through
your skin to make the pattern
of your feelings

no one else knows what you go through
no one else wants to bother
but when its just you and that blade
no one else matters