I hurt myself on the outside so I can kill the thing on the inside,
The thing that eats at my soul and makes me hurt all over;
At least, that's my excuse,
I know what it feels like to want to die, to feel so desperate to lose that pain,
The thing on the inside, that I fantasize about death,
About making it all go away;
It seems so, so easy, just a little deeper with the razor and I got it,
But its really hard too; I pray for the courage to cut just a little deeper,
To just have the strength to end it all,
But I never can go all the way,
I just keep cutting myself not enough,
Trying to convince myself that the thing on the inside is dying with each tiny, bleeding
cut,
But I know its not,
I know it will go on forever and ever,
But the cuts make me feel whole;
For awhile at least.