Patrick Shields - 32 new cuts

The stained razorblade lays next to the sink
Blood flows from my self-inflected cuts
People say its not normal that I'm a freak
And I'm not sure when it'll be enough

Kill me carved in each of my forearms
Love me carved on each of my hands
An advocate for cutting and self-harm
But all I am is an imperfect man

But I can say that I bleed for you
Even though I know you really don't care
And I really don't know what else to do
I'm just so hurt and so very scared

I know that you never really loved me
Even though I love you more than life
I just wish we could've been happy
But all you did was yell at me each night

So I'll keep cutting my imperfect skin
And watch with excitement as they bleed
I'm just waiting to feel whole again
When from this heartache will I be freed

Patrick Shields

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