i know its not right
i push the blade into my skin.
feeling the pressure lifted within.
i know that it is not right.
But it is a constant fight.
I want to cut to lose the pain.
but then again, what do i gain?
I hide the scars with my sleeve.
But still i need to bleed.
it wasn't supposed to last.
this was supposed to be in my past.
No one really knows.
But sometimes it shows.
I have this feeling my soul.
that i can take no more.
the blade helps me forget.
all these feeling of regret.
i am losing my grip.
Only holding on by my finger tips.
feeling the pressure lifted within.
i know that it is not right.
But it is a constant fight.
I want to cut to lose the pain.
but then again, what do i gain?
I hide the scars with my sleeve.
But still i need to bleed.
it wasn't supposed to last.
this was supposed to be in my past.
No one really knows.
But sometimes it shows.
I have this feeling my soul.
that i can take no more.
the blade helps me forget.
all these feeling of regret.
i am losing my grip.
Only holding on by my finger tips.