Cutters

As I collect all my feelings
As to pour and seal them
Bottling them up in a single container
As I fail to charge of the present

I literally die alone in the inside
Carrying my heavy heart
Whilst burdened by feelings
Feelings I fail to let go off

So I wonder

If I made razor cuts
To feel the pain literally
Caress my wounds
And all the scars remained would always remind me of what he did

If I made razor cuts
So my pain would flow along with the blood I bleed
As so to enlighten my burdens
As so to feel closure
To be better

I am a cutter
I make cuts to feel better