Pain fills my heart as blood fills my veins Few people understand what my poetry explains Fewer yet know the emotions my body contains My mind listens quietly as my heart complains. Pressure building inside my skin Pressing fiercely from within Seeking the stimulus of adrenaline A result of self desecration. The warm feeling of the blade slicing through Splitting the skin and the nerves in two Hot pulsing blood covering human tissue Releiving the pain caused by you. Knowing that my actions are wrong And the feeling wont last for long My actions make me feel like I belong But I am a cutter and this is my song. I know people will never understand why Or how often I try not to cry Even how often I wanted to die I feel that I am living a lie. So this is my way to cope with the feeling As I figure out what fate is dealing Hoping one day I can start healing But until then, I continue concealing. Concealing these demons I have been harboring.J R Reynoldshttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-razors-edge-3/