I take the glass and hold it tight,
In my hand it twists and turns,
While hate inside me slowly burns.
I twist it round and i just stare,
Cos now i can't be fucked to care,
I want to cause myself the pain,
That inside's driving me insane.
I want to cut into my skin,
And release all the pain within,
I want to see my blood flow red,
And lose this hurt inside my head.
But i know it does no good,
And i'll never be understood,
It gives me such relief at first,
But the next guilt trip is the worst.
I fight the need to cut my arms,
Cos it's not just me that it harms,
The only thing that gets me through,
Is the fear of hurting you.
Jen