"Happy" Two Year Anniversary

Two years ago today
My skin first felt that blade
The first cut, first prick of blood
I never knew it felt this good
I like it more than I know I should
People change and addictions fade
I wish I could say that I’m okay
Maybe I will, but not today
I try to stop, I scream and shout
I still can’t figure this out
Part of me won’t let go
Sick and twisted with scars to show
And still I’d rather be alone
Didn’t care for me, it’ll break apart
Unhappiness dwells in my heart
Colder on the 21st of December
I’ve felt like this for as long as I remember
This is me, I am the cutter