Alone in My Cutting

Feeling alone in this world for no one will love me. I can barely move for my body is ridden with pain. Not caring what people think, I cut and try to hide it. Alone is this world and it hurts me physically and emotionally. Blood dripping down my hands provide comfort I've never known. Seeing the crimson liquid on the floor provides a high that is unexplainable. No escape out of the mess. Cutting....It draws me deeper and deeper into it's snare.