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I look at my arms, pale and white
And listen to the screaming inside
I've given up tired of losing the fight
And knowing that I can no longer hide

I pick up the razor, look at it gleam
I hold it close to my wrist
I see the blood rolling down a bright red sheen
But I don't realize my life is at risk

It gets worse and worse cut after cut
As I seek salvation and relief
It's too hard to stop, but I know I must
Because soon I'll find more pain than I seek

Down my cheeks the tears roll slowly
As the blade slices my arm
But even as I see blood flowing freely
I don't realize I'm causing myself harm

I am a cutter, But I'm not proud
I hate myself and the thoughts in my head
I'm going through a living hell, relief sought but not found
This insatiable raging pain cannot be fed

Now my cutting has become a curse
I'm trapped in a haze of red
All I wanted was relief at first
But now more and more I wish to be dead