Have you ever

Have you ever taken a sharp knife,
And ran it slowly over your skin,
Leaving a red trail behind,
Giving you that excruciating feeling,
That you have so much desired?

Call me sick,
Call me twisted
Call me mentally disturbed
Your words don’t affect me anymore.

Ya know why I’ve becomed like this?
Because of you
Because of the coldness you used to deal with me,
Because of the pain you brought me.

Call me sick,
Call me twisted,
Call me mentally disturbed,
But all I really am
Is in painIn pain ‘cause of you.

April 11 1999