Cutting
Cutting, cutting, cutting
Blood is everywhere
It doesn’t hurt one single bit
So why should anyone care
Cutting, cutting, cutting
Bed clothes soaked with blood
They say to stop, they really do
I just wish that I could
Cutting, cutting, cutting
Is there really a way to stop?
I wish there was, I don’t wanna die
Please, please help me stop!
Cutting, Cutting, Cutting!
Here! Take my knife away!
I have made the decision to stop this junk,
And I am stopping it today!
Copyright © Brandlynn Young | Year Posted 2007
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