The blade is cold,

But not old

 

I didn’t go deep

I didn’t even weep

 

Just one cut is all I need

And my mind goes calm, while my cut bleeds.

 

It was harmless but helped so much

I stopped being mad and such

 

No more angry thoughts went through my mind

Just fascination, everything else left behind.

 

I can finally breathe

My demon is at ease,

 

Is it too late for me?

I thought I was getting better, but I only pretended to be.

 

The cut now stains my arm

Nothing big, nothing to cause much harm

 

A cat scratch is what I’ll say

But I doubt people will see any day,

 

I’m a lost soul on this land

My mind’s drifting, my body sinking in sand

 

Maybe I’m only meant to be there for others

Don’t the daughters learn from their mothers?

 

Only my mother does not know me.

She only sees who she wants to see,

 

There’s no way her sweet child

Cut her arm to keep her mind from going wild,

 

Does she realise her actions affect me so?

That sometimes she causes me to hit my low?

 

Oh well. My name does not matter, it’s the story my friend

The one with a strong beginning, unclear middle, but no end.

 

It’s a screwed-up world even a blind man could see

That to fake happiness you have to be who others expect you to be.