Addiction to the knife

Hooked on it like a drug
the addiction to the knife
cutting at my flesh
bleeding for my life

every little problem
every single cry
urge this addiction
no matter how i try

just one slice
okay two more
then becomes four
till I'm lying on the floor

covering up the marks
with my sweater
nothing in life makes this better
just fighting to bleed

everyday a constant fight
holding on with all my might
cutting just feels so right
as tears fall each night

the pressure the stress
all comes out
that what this addictions all about
yes ill admit i am a mess

but you don't understand
and you never will
how the knife in my hand
cutting feels better then a pill

pills numb the pain
but make it worse
and i cant explain
this is a sad course

the addiction to this knife
bleeding my problems away
trying to mend this strife
make it right for one more day

after the self harm
the stress fades
with every cut made
as everyone seems alarmed

no its not for attention
no its to make you feel bad
people like that make me mad
cuz they don't understand

how the addiction hurts
but feel so good
to let out the pain
as blood flows from the vein

nothing is ever right
and never will be
the knife is all i see
thats in my sight

as the addiction to the knife
slowly consumes my life
as I'm falling in to deep
as i let the knife seep