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Every time it’s the same

Old story, the same old pain

The same old reasons,

That make me insane



But why do I do it

Is the question you ask

To make it go away

To make happiness last



But when the hurt rises up

As the smile fades away

I cut to make it go

I cut to make it stay



When I am so numb

And nothing is real

I cut to see

I cut to feel



When I am angry

And when I am broken

I cut to punish and release

I cut to show the words unspoken



When tears won’t flow

I cut

When anger can’t be expressed

I cut

When emptiness takes over

I cut

And when I’m stressed

I cut



It’s become my life support

It’s become my routine

It’s become my secret

It’s become my morphine



It’s all I have left

Since the rest has gone

It’s always there

When the rest has gone



Unless you’ve led my life

You will never understand,

So don’t judge me for what I do

But judge me for who I am.