It was a nice feeling
Tempting and addicting
At first it was nothing
Everytime I see blood, it made me excited

A single cut means nothing
A double cut cries for something
A dozen of cut bleeds for everything

Instead of pain, I feel relaxed
So I hurt myself more
It became my stress reliever
My haven, my great escape

I know something was wrong
But I cannot stop the urge I feel from within
Instead of stopping
I made it a habit

I seek help and guidance
But no one believed me
Because they can't find anything what's wrong with me

My friends asked me one time
"Where's the cut you're talking about?"
I showed them my body
They said "It's clean. You're delusional"

No one understands me
I'm not referring to the "cut" they know
I'm referring to my heart that's been tortured
My soul that's been shattered

Before I knew
I cut myself.
Cut myself to death.

I'm not delusional anymore.

PS: Strengthen your mental health. Never let yourself drown in your own thoughts until it became you. Stay brave and strong!

PSS: Dedicated to penny_proxima 💖 Sorry Ate Glam, ito lang nakaya utak ko.