Cut to feel
Cut to not feel
Cut to deal with it
Cut to get a clear head
Cut to get my fix
It's not suicide
It's cutting
A way to numb the pain
A way to get high
Without paying some jackass
On the streets
It's free and it only cost you a blade
Cut to deal with stress
Cut to cry
Cut to be angry
Cut like taking a drag off a cigarette
Cut to get attention
There is a secret
Silent world
Of cutters out there
We aren't like people
Who smoke
Who can socially
Bum a cig or a light
We cover up our social sins
Or call it tribal to fit in when we
Are discovered.
Cut to hurt ourselves
Cut to hurt others
Cut to not hurt for a little while
Cut to bleed
Cut to scar
So that our skin
Reflects our soul.