Paper Cuts

Pretty dirty nasty little things hidden within lies… the knowledge that for every baby born someone else dies. Paper cuts nicking my skin, the transference of emotional to physical pain--the rush of the release, wrapped in a pupa of self mutilation only heightens the sensation of the blade sliding along my skin taking me back to where it begins

Paper cuts--I'm a rancid little slut or so you've said. I've heard your voice and listened to what you had to say. But at the end of the day there are thing I want done my own way.

Paper cuts I'm your dirty little whore even still you are whom I adore …all of your insanity and madness felt like the blade of a razor nicking my skin taking me back to where it begins.

If I acted in the manner that you wanted me to be to the point of subjugating myself by bending to your will…would it make you love me more or would you still show me the door?

Paper cuts I'm not your baby anymore…you've replaced me with a darker version of myself that you created to make you feel more of a man like the blade of the razor nicking my skin taking me back to where it begins.

The dirty, nasty things that I did to show you that I loved you and trusted you enough to have sex with me as the last days flow ran between my legs felt like the blade of the razor nicking my skin taking me back to where it begins..

Paper cuts I feel nothing but shame for this because it was nothing but a game to you to me it was my life all the turmoil and strife. The dirty nasty things I allowed you to do to me felt like a razor blade nicking my skin taking me back to where it all begins just beneath the surface of the skin. I thought that we were kith and kin the ideal soul mates but it was nothing but lies deep down you despised me and were filled with nothing but hate you were the razor blade nicking my skin taking me back to where it begins.