Just one cut
but I feel no pain
so instead i cut again

I watch the blood fall on the floor
sag my shoulders,
then cut some more

my skin so white
now full of red
on my clothes and on the bed

nineteen cuts, soon fifty-one
you think that's too much
well I'm not done

you don't know half the shit I'm in
or why I drag the blade across my skin

as I slit my wrists
I sit and cry
all these cuts will bleed me dry

the final cut I have to make
I'll still be bleeding when I wake

life's a bitch
and then you die
so screw this world and don't ask why