Sawing Away

Marks cover all over my skin
And everyone always asks what happened
Do I dare to tell them though?
No way
I know that when I tell them the truth I'm done for life
Living the rest of my days in a straightjacket in a soft room
I cut myself for pleasure
Because to me, it helps heal my pain
But everyone tells me I'm dumb for doing such a thing
But I just blow them off because they don't mean anything to me
That blade seems to be my life
Just sawing away at my skin
Sawing away at my pain and stress
It's like a drug for me and I can't seem to stop
And no words can help ease my pain
This is where I belong,
The suicidal teen cutting away so her pain will fade
But no matter how deep I cut I still feel the pain in my life
Sawing away at my skin
The blade is my life
Telling me what to do
But I guess once I slip I'll end up in a straightjacket.