Bleeding out my soul
The gleam of the knife is shining bright
I know that I'm going to cut this night.
I can't explain why I must slice my skin
It is a strong urge that I have within.
I glide the knife across my flesh, there is no pain
The drops of blood is what I want to gain.
Slowly, the knife cuts deep into the arm
I don't want to die, I just want to harm.
The blood is my soul freeing itself from the past
The euphoria of seeing it, I wish it could last.
It is over now and I feel such disgust and shame
The beast of this addiction I cannot tame.
Why do I do this? The pain always returns
My soul is trapped again, the urges burn.
I can't stop. I've tried and I've tried
My good intentions are always denied.
One of these days my soul will really be free
And I can find out about the real me.
Until that day comes I'll be seduced by the blood
Cutting and burning in the memories that flood.
I’m Jonathan.



