Cutting myself deep

Cutting Myself Deep

I'm sat in my room with my hurt bottled up
The glass in my hand and I'm ready to cut
The scars burn as the glass meets flesh
Releasing the anger, releasing the pain
The bloods dripping down my arms again

I'll cover up my arms and hide how I feel
Yes it hurts but I know I'm real

If I stopped cutting myself deep
I'll fall into the grave I've dug for me
No one wipes away the tears I've cried
For me there's no where to hide

Lying on my bed Staring at the ceiling
The cuts I made now are healing
On the outside they are fading
But deep inside myself I'm still crying
My head says stop but the emotions over ride
My arms I sacrifice to the feelings inside

I'll cover up my arms and hide how I feel
Yes it hurts but at least I know I'm real