Free
Like a moth to a flameI cling to my blade.
Like Quasimodo's Notre Dame
The sight of it makes me calm.
Like the slaves desire to be free
I wish and fight not to bleed.
I don't want to be locked away
Feeling all alone and ashamed.
I don't want to be this way anymore
The skin on my fingers, let it not be torn.
Because in honesty I really do hate this rut.
I can't stand the way my live revolves around this
And everytime I fail, I get fucking pissed!
I dol love this all the same
And I wish they would give it a far better name.
Self injury sounds so demeaning,
Self modification would sound so much more appealing.
But call it what it is, call me what I am,
A cutter am I. And all over this vast land
There are millions of people who are just like me
And sick and strange are not how we wish to be seen.
In trugh we wish to vanish from this earth
To us we sometimes wish our parents had not given birth.
Yet we keep silent about what we do
Because we fear people like you.
You who scoff and point, and ridicule our pain,
Who tell us to die, just to slice through our vein.
You tell us we are demented, that we haven't a clue,
Tell us we should learn to deal with life, be more like you.
"Put aside your pain, move on", is what you say,
And then we cry and wait for the day
When we won't have to live in fear of discovery.
And people don't run, but help us with our recoveries.
People all deal with pain in different ways,
It just so happens my way is with a blade.
When I slice my flesh I feel no pain
Because my mind is miles and miles away.
The sight of my blood makes me feel so light
Sometimes it's the only way I get to sleep at night.
So how can you tell me that my way is sick
When all it takes is a flick of my wrist
And down goes the blade.
I can put it awat.
I save it however for another day.
But inside is a struggle you shall never see,
The struggle between me and the cutter,
How I long to be free.
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