Self Harm Addict

Razor in hand

Blood on the floor

I don't want to do this

Anymore

Warmth flowing

Down my arm

I'm addicted

To self harm

Scars that grow

Day by day

If you ask

I don't know what I'll say

Tears rolling

Down my cheek

Against myself

I am weak

I love the blood

I love the pain

I guess it has to

Be this way.