Who Am I?

I've always had a problem with cutting
I've always craved the bloody blade
I've always liked the stains on the bed sheets it made

I liked to feel my body tremble
I liked to feed it like an addiction
I liked to feel myself satisfied after it felt like I starved

I always looked at it as an escape
The cutting always took away the pain of reality
It always left me numb until the next day

Everyone only looked and starred
They never knew the truth
Only read me as if I was a cover of a book

They'd see the scars
And had terror on their faces
To them I was a monster

If only they actually knew
They only seen the service
None seen who I was inside

But then again I didn't even know who I was
Maybe there was a dead girl
The one I was before

Or maybe inside she was still alive
And just like a fairytale
She was waiting for someone to save her