A Place to Call My Own

I just wanna cut,
I wanna see blood.
Watching emotion pour out,
Red with anger, no doubt.

I want to cut depression,
I just want to shout that confession.
Though it lives within me,
So I cut my own skin, you see?

I just want it to go away,
I wanna watch it all evacuate.
Unfortunately it contues to dwell,
Stealing my tears, making my eyes swell.

I want the excruciating weight lifted up,
I just wanna feel some some happiness, so abrupt.
Even a chance to go back in time,
Back to when I had a place I could call mine.