cutting...

hold your breath, hold the pin
take one last look before the endorphins kick in
you push down hard, and pull it fast
count to five, the blood shows at last...

you get the thrill you've wanted all day
no matter what you'll never say
no matter how many times he does it, it always feels best
when you cut yourself, with the pin you keep on your chest

Running his nails down my back does feel good,
but it's the thrill of the pin that makes it all worth
knowing that the pain is coming, instead of a dull roar
makes pulling back that pin even less of a chore

Wanting to break free from the monster
but always feeling trapped
i'm raised up when i cut
and i never wanna go back

cutting is like a drug
once you do it a few times you're hooked...
you want the way it makes you feel
to be there always... even though it may hurt

I'm telling you this cuz you deserve to know
you say "don't do that" but as you said
"pot calling the kettle black"
i can't take it any more, but when i cut, i fly

when i cut i escape from my pain
i escape from my headaches, and heart break
i may not be ready to face my problem
but you're not either... we will both hide behind our scars forever

my scars are red again, and fresh
cutting makes me feel alive
i know i shouldn't, but it's so hard to back away from the monster
i hope that you're reading this,
because to me that means that you care.