Cut

I don't know what to do  I have no reason of living without you I'm too depressed to care  If I got eaten by a bear  I've already made 3 cuts  They all think I’m nuts  I don't know what I need  Because I didn't plant the seed  My hands are hurting  I'm not very asserting  I tell them I’m not okay My anxiety lasts all day I'm always nervous non stop  Slowly watching myself pop Wishing I could get rid of this  Even if it’s something I'll miss I hate the feeling of needing  To cut when I'm not eating  My emotions are everywhere I couldn't control them as a dare