Thin Line
She hates the sudden impulse
And the thickening line of blood
Seeping from the wounds
And staining her sleeve
She hates starting to fit
Comfortably in the box
That they have created
Especially for her
She hates having to hide
The scars from everyone
She hates feeling that
She has no control
She hates how natural
The cutting starts to feel
She hates how her friends
Don't seem to care
She hates the sleepless nights
Trying to fight the urge
But always in the end
She loses, and gives in
But the thing she hates
The most of them all
Is how thin the line
Is between love and hate
She loves the kiss of metal
Caressing her pale flesh
The morbid companionship
That comes with the knife
So she'll walk the thin line
Half in love, half in hate
Knowing she's addicted
But not really caring at all
And the thickening line of blood
Seeping from the wounds
And staining her sleeve
She hates starting to fit
Comfortably in the box
That they have created
Especially for her
She hates having to hide
The scars from everyone
She hates feeling that
She has no control
She hates how natural
The cutting starts to feel
She hates how her friends
Don't seem to care
She hates the sleepless nights
Trying to fight the urge
But always in the end
She loses, and gives in
But the thing she hates
The most of them all
Is how thin the line
Is between love and hate
She loves the kiss of metal
Caressing her pale flesh
The morbid companionship
That comes with the knife
So she'll walk the thin line
Half in love, half in hate
Knowing she's addicted
But not really caring at all