In The Mind Of A Cutter

Cutting is my form of therapy,
It may be wrong, it may be right, but who are you to judge me?
All the pain, anger and frustration I hold inside has to be free,
That’s why cutting has to be.
Do you want me to stop, and let my worries build up inside
And start driving me insane to where I will die?
Are you fed up with me yet?
Good.
You can call me crazy or overrated,
But you won’t be saying much when my death day is dated.
So thanks to all of who made me feel like shit,
Now I’m going to go to sleep forever in a dark dirt filled pit.