Cut

I feel alone in my life.
Never leave home without a knife.
All the sadness, the dead feeling,
Just a cut away from healing.
It wakes me up, tells me I'm here.
Numbs the screaming, kills the fear.

All the quiet voices in my head
Whispering sweet nothings
That burn away all the dread

So call me crazy, tell me I'm a freak.
You'll never take away the joy I feel
When my bleeding reaches its peak.