I’m a cutter.
No, I didn’t stutter.
The blade kisses my skin
And that’s where everything begins.
It makes me feel so high
To be able to cut my thighs.
I don’t even think it’s bad to self harm
On my arm.
My body is a canvas
And everything turns into madness
When the blood rushes
As I use razors like paint brushes
Yea I’m a cutter
That makes people want to shudder.
But I can’t help it
And that I’ll admit.
Some people say I’m addicted
And that was predicted.
I can’t stop
Even when everyone’s eyes drop
