Don't do it, you tell me
Stop it, you said
But the only time I dont feel pain
Is when I'm seeing red

I raise the blade,
Take a cut
And you wonder,
Why I would do such a thing

The only reason
That I can tell you
Is when I do it,
I don't feel abused

Funny,
Shouldn't it be the other way around?

I know you want to help,
But tell me,
Why?
I'm helping myself,
With the force I apply

Helping myself,
With each scratch, cut, and prod
So, in the end
Aren't I my own God?