Stuck

I can feel the change!
Raising up to my brain
I love the headaces
You ask me, why do I cut!
To me its just not enough
My skin is to tough
For me to cut!!
I take a knife!!
And jame it into my throat!!
it's to sharp to Swallow
My insides are so cold
To me it feels like home!
What do you know about Sorrow!
If you do you must know
What it feels like to be dropped in a hole!
To me it feels like home!