It Starts With One

It took one cut for my addiction  Soon I was good at addition  Counting the scars  as if they were stars  Only they weren't endless  They were priceless But as they kept adding up The harder it was to stop Some were deep  And put me to sleep Some where shallow  And left me hollow  I use my nails  To keep up with my sales  Instead of drugs and knifes  Scratching is keeping me alive But no matter what I try  I still want to die But I'll keep trying  So I don't end up flying