One cuts, two cuts, three cuts, four You don't know what to do anymore Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight Stop yourself before it's too late Ninth cut, tenth cut, eleventh, twelfth Put the blade back on the shelf Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen You don't know how much you mean Seventeen cuts, eighteen cuts, ninteen cuts, then twenty You don't need anymore, you already have plenty
Suicidal people want the pain to end. Cutters want to feel something. No one is weak. Everyone is valid. And for surviving in a world like this they are strong. I understand the reasons for wanting to, but please, stop cutting, don't kill yourself. Live. It's hard and sometimes it really sucks but I promise it is worth it.