Cutter's Demise

Feeling the razorblade's kiss
Now I remember this
I remember it all too well
The motion, the sting, and smell
Scratch over scratch, slice over slice
Nothing else will suffice
It numbs the guilt, numbs the grief
Oh how I've missed my bittersweet release
I watch the blood, as it beads
It frightens others, to me it intrigues
I wonder what it would be like
To not use a razor, but an exacto knife
To cause more harm, to push even harder
As my will to live slips away even farther
The relief fades too quickly, I'm coming down fast
Death is the only relief that will last
So I'll bide my time, I'll sit and wait
I'll devise a plan to get out of this place
I know you'll be sad, I know I'll be missed
However, you'll get by whether or not I exist
I need to get out of this place so bleak
I am not one of the strong, but one of the weak
I'm done, I'm broken, I'm sick of this world
In the end, I was nothing but a miserable girl