Cut

Sitting here all alone
Staring into the mirror
wondering why I do it
I just can't control anything
cutting was the one thing I thought I could
now I can't even
stop myself from doing it
its like my body is taken over and something just clicks inside me
when I'm upset
my head tells me to cut
I can't control it
no one knows the pain I feel
this depression is just too real
sick of wearing bracelets
to hide the shameful scars
My Aunt tells me I need to stop
but its the only thing that makes
the pain go away
I cut and then it feels like
some kind of release
and the pain is gone for a moment