I fell this need, this need to bleed.

It's so easy to make this simple cut, When to the world your just a slut. I'll get a nife from the kitchen drawer, Now i am siting on the bathroom floor. This blade will run far and deep, From my wrist the blood does seep. I know no one will notice or ask how ive been, No one likes me, I am just a walking sin. I want to end all the crying, all the fighting, all the yelling; I have my problems stuck inside and in there, there is no telling. But i like the little trail of blood and the droplets faling from the blade, It makes me drift away from being me and helps my problems fade. I used to be so good and now it makes me shudder, That under these wrist bands i am a cutter.