Cut.


Cut up.
Cut off.
Cut down.
Cut me.

Please, just make me feel something.
I'm tired and living for nothing.
Fingers bitten to the bone,
Stressed by being here alone.

Jumpstarted each day,
They never wanted to hear what I had to say.

Feel my scars. They sure are real.
Feel.

Thrown.
Thrown aside.
Thrown away.

Please, just make me see something.
I'm blinded by the darkness, I'm hallucinating.
Pale skin and blistered heart,
You always knew you could tear it apart.

Jumpstarted each day,
I couldn't see what I had to pay.

Feel my scars. They sure are real.
Feel.