Cut

The mirror is reflecting something,
but that something isn't me.
Pain and hatred in form of dripping.
As I make another cut, deep in my soul,
self-hatred is eating me whole.
Longing for another fix, another blade.
And as I'm standing on the edge of a pit,
I'm wondering if I'll ever know what love is
Trembling, I feel so small
A life taken leaves space for more.
My mind is a machine, fuelled by pain.
The last cut, my fate is shut
Scarred for life, floating in space,
my head is getting lighter.
As the light fades away,

a voice is shouting my name.