I have this problem
That I can’t seem to fix
I make small cuts
and little nix
I have this problem
That I can’t seem to fix
I make small cuts
and little nix
Just to see
My skin bleed
To make sure I’m real
Something I constantly need
Some people think
I have no problems in my life
It’s only a problem to them
When I hold a knife
I just act like
Nothing affects me
But everything hurts
It’s just no one can see
So just go on with your life
And I’ll go on with mine
Nothing is ever wrong
I will always just be “Fine”