One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four.
My body just keeps asking for more.

As the pain deepens so does the blade.
Go farther and longer,
Bleeding more and more.

Every cut has a reason,
Every scar a past.
Now this is my treason.

Committing my crime against my body.
Starting a civil war between my mind and my heart.

My mind says yes, with every cut I'm finally free,
But my heart... my heart tells me to stop
That I'm ruining my beauty.

As my head tells me that I'm not right, I'm not okay,
The depression sets in and my heart begins to take the wrong side.
With every cut my whole body pleads for more as the pain beeds up
The pain drips down
Covering my skin in what used to be anguish

I think I can stop now.

As the days go on things get worse
One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four.

My heart now pleading for more