The Cutter

I'm the cutter,
I couldn't stop.
I fought so hard,
Came this far,
But I fell back.

I'm the cutter,
Can't anyone see that?
I stopped at one time,
But I fell back,
Well actually I ran to it.

I'm the cutter,
Holding the knife,
Cutting this flesh,
Trying to make it,
To just stop and be trough with it.

I'm the cutter,
Tried of these scars,
Enough with these marks.
But I'm the cutter,
How can I stop?

I'm the cutter,
I can admit that to myself.
I'm the cutter,
Cutting my flesh,
Thats just me the cutter.

I'm the cutter,
Screaming,
Yelling,
Can anyone help?
I hate this scarred flesh.

I'm the cutter,
That wants to stop.
But I can't,
I tried too many times,
Yet I fall everytime.

I'm the cutter,
who hates the life,
Hates this knife,
Hates this pain,
Who hates to cry.

I'm the cutter,
I couldn't stop.
I'm the cutter,
Tried of this life.
I'm the cutter,
Who wants to stop.