| I been to all the clinics. The doctors sent me away, say I’m hopeless. Not worth the air I breathe. Nobody believes in a dumb old cutter. Childish, I know, but it just makes me feel better. Helps me remember I'm a real person…flesh and blood. Sometimes I forget, ya’ know? I feel like I'm high all the time. Like the world don’t matter, I'm a superhero. But then I walk too close to the edge of my apartment building, or play tag with my shadow in the middle of the freeway I have to come down. I gotta come back to real life…so I cut myself, burn myself, do whatever I need to to cause pain. It gets worse every time. I have to have more and more pain to come back. Then I finally get that rush as the blood seeps out from the new wounds; I finally come back to life. Now the cold, stupid me, the reality hitting me like freight train. I remember everything. Some superhero I turned out to be. SUPER CUTTER! …. some idol. |