One thousand cuts

One for each day
for every regret
cut after cut
for each one I've let
feel the sharp end
how deep it can get
one thousand cuts
I can't help but bet

one drop of blood
close that wooden door
more deep than that bud
let's add on one more
cut once again deeper this time now or
feel all that rage raging down in your core

feel just how far gone
in just a few years
hasn't been that long
just ten thousand tears
write poem after poem
write down all your fears
and clutch that damn arm
and shut those damn ears

get under that roof
as your passion rains
feel all that regret
you cannot contain
and know then that happy young un is now slain
and feel all fucking revolting raw pain.