Cuts

Cuts, cuts, cuts the same.
Cuts of guilt,
cuts of shame.
Cuts of pleasure,
cuts of greed,
cuts of the words that have wounded me.
Wounded my heart,
wounded my soul,
wounded my my mind,
wounded my ego.
Blood, blood, blood so red.
In my body,
in my head.
On my wrist,
on the floor,
I'll watch it drip 'til I can't watch anymore.
I'll patch it up and keep it clean.
Watch it scar, and stare up at me.
Then again when I feel this pain;
I'll hold this razor and do it again.