Cuts

"Oh, I will stop" I said to myself allowing the sharp, cold blade to leave another mark onto my body as I stared out the window I couldn't bare the sight of blood, yet look at what I am doing. Some are calling it mutilation, some insanity, some pathetic, yet. I call it relief. The pain of putting another scar on my body, with the turmoil of the emotions I cut through, makes me feel alive once more Since once I was a corpse, now I am nothing but a scar, that slowly fades into nothing but a mark Am I?