Cutters

I don’t feel bad for anyone except cutters
I’ve been out of control and when it gets bad
I was standing at the counter and saw her marks
She was pretty callused and nervous all over
It was bad and she didn’t bother covering anymore
Blue eyes, shaking hands and just everywhere
Some short some long some jagged others
When did it unwind and fall across the floor
Rolled down the hall and stopped at the door
Instead of walking through she stood there
Like a soliloquy sharpened down to a edge
And maybe there wasn’t a point just a cause
But fuck no one wants to do that to themselves
It just happens like life happens slowly everyday
Everything gets numb and grey and then you
The first time it’s more like dare or maybe a test
It’s the soft spot on your left arm below the crease
The inner thigh of your upper torso it might be
Then it’s like anything else cigarettes, whisky, porn
You’re hooked when the world is too much
When you feel the suffocation of being alone
When you feel the suffocation of a crowd
It’s ingrained like fire and survival it’s at the core
Everyone has a little some have less some have more