With a Knife

She tells herself
She likes the way
The room is always cold
She cuts her skin
To feel the pain
To feel she's in control

She doesn't know how to heal
She needs a hand with her life
She cuts to know what she can feel
She cries for help with a knife

She sees herself
And tries to trace
The patterns of her scars
She knows she can't
Cope with the guilt
She lies beneath the stars

She doesn't need
To cut herself
For me to see her tears
She sleeps alone
She'd rather feel
Distressed than face her fears



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Beasey
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