Confessions of a Cutter

My lips yearn for a single kiss
My body longs for a touch
My tears scream to be heard

Nothing comes my way

Sliding out of my eye
A moan escapes my lips
I stopped for a while
I lapse back to easily

In anyone
All I see is cold

My heart has thawed
Now yearns for love

Nothing comes my way

A piece of metal calls out my name
Sliding perfectly into my skin

I confess that I enjoyed it

Yearning for it again

I admit it guiltily
Arguments ensue

The tears I want don’t come
A new pain takes hold

I confess I want to again
Nothing else feels right

The blood beading
Red against my pale skin

The confessions of a cutter
Only end with death