Screwed up mind.

I close my eyes and what do I see
A slit, scar, red sear befitting me
a small line across my skin
a line of red strangely thin
first comes a euphoric pleasure
then pain and blood ensure
that life still beats warmth through my veins
proving more and more that i am full of pains
something not seen for long
sang like a bittersweet song
You say to me that you want to help
but all I hear is self righteous lies
Lies that make me feel special
Lies that help me carry on
lies that drop me off the cliff of despair
down I fall into a deeper cut
the razor and my skin a single pair
more then anything intimately put