Every day i think about cutting but i wait until i'm in my room alone,
i want to scream and cry about my pain but i physically cannot.
I have a bad temper and cutting keeps me calm,
i tell everyone i am fine nothing is wrong but that's all lies.
I have this little world of mine not my happy place my dark place,
sometimes i get cofuesed of whether i'm in my little world or in reality,
sometimes i just don't know the difference.
Now and then but rarely i do think i should stop cutting but i can't,
it's like an addiction... My silent addicton.