Dear Beloved

My Beloved,
Why can't you understand?
This is the only way that I calm me down
It makes me feel like I'm doing something
Something which isn't wrong.
The way the blade saws into my skin
Makes me feel a little worth it
Cause outside in the open world
Alot of people hate me
But with my razors
They seem to respect me

My Darling Beloved,
It isn't my fault
I've started and can't stop
My cutting is addictive.
But right now this is the least of my worries
Because dad's coming home tonight
And emotionally abuse me.
So which would I rather?
Feeling worthless or important
Razors here I come
Make me bleed

My Love,
I wish you knew how great this feeling is
The scars on my arms and stomach make me feel as if I've accomplished something
No longer can I just drop my head when papa says I'm worthless
No longer do I have to hide when the whole school gives me stress
A few cuts across my arm
And I'm given this short high
So nothing anybody says can make me sigh

So baby
I hope you understand just a little why I wont stop
Because apart from you its all that I got
It listens to my every word
It comforts me when I cry
It allows me to release my anger on it
All i receive is a high
And baby I love you
You're everything to me
Please just let me continue cutting
It lets me feel free