This cut is for the first time
That he crept into my room
This cut is for being four years old
And learning of sex too soon
This cut for never telling
What my father did
Thus cut on losing out
At the life of being a kid
This cut marks their divorce
Because of alcohol
This cut marks taking his side
'Stead if kicking him in the balls
This cut shows my struggle
With weight gain and being left out
This cut marks my ugliness
and willingness to put out
This cut marks my teenage years
Caught in depression's hands
This cut for my dead stepfather
A most loving caring man
This cut for my mother
For her drinking and suicide attempts
This cut for blaming myself
When to the hospital she went
This cut marks the day
My panic attacks begin
This cut proves the weakness
Inside the person that I am
And this deep cut is where I stand today
Sick of depression and strife,
And with my finger I can trace each cut
In a path along my life