I cut 
I cut
I cut 
I cut 
I cut 
I cut my wrist, 
Blood drips down my arm,
As tears drip down my face,
I cut to relieve pain,
I cut to relieve anger,
I cut to relieve sadness, 
I cut to relive stress, 
And i cut because I feel worthless, 
I feel useless, 
I feel like I don't have a place
In this place we call Earth & Home,
I've lost it all, 
I lost the people I love, 
I have nobody, 
I just wanna cut, 
And get it all over with, 
Cutting is not a solution,
But it surely helps,
Forget a couple things, 
Every scar has a different story to tell,
Just how every fairytale has it's meaning,
I cut to relieve pain,
I cut to relieve anger,
I cut to relieve sadness, 
I cut to relive stress, 
I cut to hide from everything & everyone,
I cut instead of taking it out,
On the people that have done nothing, 
But I cut because I use to cut, 
And cutting gives me a feeling, 
It's like an orgasm, 
Once the blood starts running and dripping, 
I feel a sense of relieve.