Cut

I’m not a stranger.
No, I am yours with crippled anger,
and tears that still drip sore.

A fragile frame aged with misery, and when our eyes meet,
I know you see.

I do not want to be afraid.
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in.
I’m tired of feeling so numb.
Relief exists, I find it when…
I am cut.

I may seem crazy or painfully shy.
And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye.
I feel alone here and cold here, though I don’t want to die.
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside.

I do not want to be afraid.
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in.
I’m tired of feeling so numb.
Relief exists, I find it when…
I am cut.

Pain.
I am not alone.
I am not alone.

I’m not a stranger.
No, I am yours, with crippled anger,
And tears that still drip sore.

But I do not want to be afraid.
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in.
I’m tired of feeling so numb.
Relief exists I found it when…

I was cut.

:'(