The Cutter

Where do I begin?
How do I exorcise my sin?
No one understands,
My personal demands.

It's how I cope
In my world of little hope,
It's MY choice,
My one and only voice.

I cut my skin,
I spill the ruby within,
Little smiles on my arms,
Lips of sin with alluring charms.

It's wrong, people tell me so,
But it's the only way I know,
It gets my thoughts to go,
So...

I inflict a beautiful pain,
And drift to a higher plane,
High above the clouds of white,
Into the dark, into the night.

One day, I'll stop.
I WILL STOP.
I don't know when,
I DON'T know when.

But I will,
I have loved ones that care for me still,
After all that I've done, even so,
They don't want me to go.

For now, I NEED that escape,
I need it in some form or shape,
I NEED it for me,
As for the future?...we'll see