I do it because..

I do it because I deserve the pain,
I do it because it keeps me sane.
There's not much to it,
All it is, is a little slit.

You can try and stop me,
Even though this is the way it's going to be.
It may be hard for you, But it's hard for me too.

It's kind of like a game,
Making each cut look the same.
It's not a hard game to play,
Even though the scars are here to stay.

I wish it could be how it use to,
Everyone being friends, including me and you.
Looking back on the fun we had,
Even when we called ourselves bad.

No matter how hard I try,
No matter how much I cry.
I wont ever again be me,
And that's how it'll be.