Cut, Cut, Cut

Cut to bring you pain,
Cut to shorten the blow,
Cut to shake off the past,
Cut because it’s the only thing you know.

You just cut, cut, cut.
Can you slice, slice, slice?
Shings from your razor blade…
Or whatever your metal device.

You just feel, feel, feel.
Can you bleed, bleed, bleed?
Can you cut me up?
My cuts are words, can you read?

My left forearm is rough,
My right is too soft.
Am I crazy, insane?
Is my brain too off?

At least the red is fading,
Maybe no one will see.