At night I sit in the bathroom and cut

Drag a blade across until I see blood

They hurt so bad they're sensitive to touch

Cant even look in my eyes I have to keep them shut

In the morning I wake up and look at the harm

Asking myself why I did that to my arm

Lift up my shirt and look at my chest

Hopefully these scars will fade like the rest

When im cutting it feels right

But later I cant stand the sight

I hate myself for the way I am

Maybe I need help if someone can understand

Sometimes I cut cause of how I feel inside

Sometimes I cut to see if im still alive

Sometimes I cut because of someone else

Sometimes its just to punish myself

I always hate myself after

I dont need more pain to make me any sadder

I should stop and try to end

I dont need more cuts, what I need is a friend