The Cold Metal

I cut my arms, when he cuts my heart.
With his blade, I hide in shame.
He makes  me feel so loved,
Yet he makes me feel like scum.
I hate this feeling.
My mind is reeling.
They want me to stop the blood.
Want me not to stop the cold metal.
but I don’t see the point.
People may care, but they don’t truly understand.
Why I prefer stand on my own.
No one notices me when I feel alone.
They all hate it when I feel like this.
They don’t want to feel sudden deaths kiss.
You’ll be destroyed.
I’ll continue to cut my skin.
Again and Again.
To get rid of my emotional pain.