It burns inside.
The urge to do some harm to a vital part of me.
All the while screaming for some form of release.
‘Someone fucking save me from this hell.’
Yet I know no one will.
I am all alone with a dull blade.
Ready to cut but can’t seem to figure out where.
I want it to hurt
I need it to hurt
I can feel it before I start to slice.
Take awhile to get things right.
Decided to just push with all my might
Since I made them hide the good knives.
Tiles floors splattered red
Favorite place cause the walls always stare
I like to think that this is the only room that care
It burns inside of me now
The urge to cut till I am there
Holding a dull blade against my vitals
Screaming for some release
‘You had your chance to fucking save me’
Though I know no one is there
A cut that is quickly fading
The door tells me what a good girl I am