Alive

Cutting myself never felt more right,
The way the razor slices my flesh,
It's the pain that comes as delight,
It's the staple of my being at best.

When the emotions flood my head,
Is when I cut to feel the emotions stir,
Without the cutting I'm better off dead,
Because without the cuts life's a blur.

Don't hate me for being so bluntly honest,
It's the way I get myself through the worst,
I can't face myself without being modest,
The mutilation helps but it may be my curse.

I'm numb most of the time but I'm used to it,
Cutting my arms makes me feel like I'm human,
Standing before a mirror with both wrists slit,
Helps me feel alive within my world I've ruined...