Some call it crazy br Some say it’s sick br But I think it’s freedom br The pain is fierce but quick br But it helps release the pain br That I go through every day br Some say that it’s a sin br The blade is sharp and cold br As it runs across my skin br Leaving me to ponder br And decide how deep I cut in br The icy chill running down my spine br Makes me feel at ease br I no longer feel like a coward br Fucking up on everything with every breath I breathe br But some days I want to stop br Feeling like everything's wrong br Trying to let go of the blade br Sometimes I can but not for long br It’s like I'm addicted to the pain br The feeling taking refuge in my veins br Leaving me feeling confused and alone br Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained br Burned into my skin forever br Becoming a part that I cannot escape br Sometimes I just want to hurt all over br To scream at the top of my lungs until they breakbr br Candy Simpsonbr br