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