Cut

[Boogiie___x]

I try to run and hide.
Crawl under anything I can find.
I just need some time to unwind.
Just some time to get out of my mind.
This time I lost my sanity.
You could pick anyone I'd rather be.
Than to just be me.
When I cut I feel extasy.
I just want to feel some reality.
The reality that everything is so fake to me.
This home is like a penitentiary.
The so-called people at school are just a mockery.
Of what a real person should be.
When I cut it takes away the rest of my pain.
Every conflict or enemy I obtain.
Every friend or accomplishment I gain.
It all goes down the drain.
For a brief second I am sane.
When I cut there's no more pain.
I see the crimson blood seep from my veins.
Deeper and deeper the wound gets.
So more and more my life it threats.
Shallower and shallower my pain dwells.
To the top my blood swells.
And when everything goes back to lunacy.
I just cut and it all goes away.
When I cut for a brief second I am sane.