by Nick Gisburne
She cuts herself to take away the pain
The pressure, building, pushing, always there
That merciless and unrelenting strain
It drags her to the threshold of despair
She cuts herself for blessed sweet release
A chance to test the limits of her skin
The knife blade always brings a little peace
And drains the deep anxiety within
She cuts herself but no one else must know
Without it she believes her heart would burst
She needs that warm, intoxicating glow
To take away the feeling she is cursed
She does it just to know she will survive
She cuts herself to keep herself alive
