Razor kissed wrist..

With the razor kissed wrists this is my bright red scream as I press down harder blood begins to surface I convince myself "you don't feel pain, forget it, it's worth it" You convince yourself that there is no pain I try to forget it's just my sick little game there's white ones, red ones, fresh ones too I'm ashamed of what I do As time goes by they get harder to hide more and more skin with scars on the outside Hide them with long sleeved shirts, it covers them up but doesn't take away the hurt It hurts the same when nobody knows; it's just the way it goes Cut to feel alive, it's something I know is real It's something I wish I could hide, something I didn't have to feel When things get too bad it's first instinct to just cut away Cut away, make some new scars to just get through the day This time it got out of hand, cut too deep and can hardly stand Losing way too much blood and I begin to fall This will be my little secret, I won't say anything at all