No Title,sorry guys

I cut to feel
and feel to cut.
I do it because nothing seems real
not you,not her,not even me
It's like living in a fantasy,
where when i cut time goes still.
Everything is still except that one drop of blood,
then the tear,
then  the knife.
You laugh as you see them fall,
your laughter is a punch to the gut,
it makes me fal on my knees,
gasping for breath.
If only you'd look through my eyes,
and see what i saw......