Just Once
I found some razor blades today.
Debated on using them to make the pain go away.
I had it in my hand watching it shine.
Just one little cut, just one little line.
Will make me feel better and make everything fine.
To make me feel better inside.
The pain I hide in body and soul.
The pain that you will never know.
The pain of my present and past.
Just one little cut, just one little line.
Will make me feel better and make everything fine.
Inflicted on me by the ones who I expected it last.
The people who are suppose to love me the most.
I speak not a word, my mouth forever closed.
Just one little cut, just one little line.
Will make me feel better and make everything fine.
If you knew how I felt it would just fuel the fire.
And give you the weapons of your desire.
Causing my agony to be deep.
Like the scars on my stomach you will never see.
Just one little cut, just one little line.
Will make me feel better and make everything fine.
Will make be feel better and make everything fine.
Not to deep as to need medical attention.
Just enough to bleed and relieve my aggression.
Just one little cut, just one little line.
Will make me feel better and make everything fine.
The blade now touching my skin.
Cutting so slowly, the blood line so thin.
Another scar to remind me of the pain I am in.
The pain you have caused me .
Like notches to remind me.
That emotions are not just skin deep, nor scratching the surface.
But permanent scars of all I have had to face.
Just one little cut, just one little line.
Will make me feel better and make everything fine.
Copyright2007 Charlotte Atwell
