Self Mutilation

One, Two, Three, Four
I can't take this anymore
Five, Six, Seven, Eight
I need a way to escape fate.

But Mama Screams at me
When ever I try to get her to understand
Of why the blood is shed from myself
With my very own hands.

Even if she does know,
The truth I will hide.
Because I don't want anymore shouts
From the ignorant side.

An "X" is right there
In the middle of my chest; My heart
And upon my wrist many have been
Scarring since the very start.

"No" is written
Upon my right breast
"Love" is on the other side
Of this tainted chest.

Upon my wrist;
More lines; overlap
Created when in bed,
Right where I sat.

On the left side of my torso
Is the word "EMPTY"
And upon the right is "HATE"
These words describe me

Then on my stomach
"Alone" Is written twice.
And oh dear god it feels so good
To, myself, slice and dice.

Its like a drug;
This will to cut is like Meth.
And let me tell you
I'm looking for death

And all this blood was shed
For a woman who says she cares
And a man who says he's my father
But neither was never there.