I cut with a blade,
You took it away,
You didn't know what you were getting into

I picked up a bottle,
Smashed it on the ground,
Carved with the shards of that instead.

When you found out,
You removed all the glass,
Gave me plastic instead.

So I tore at my skin,
With my fingernails,
Still drew blood,
Only harder now.
You didn't like this,
So you cut my nails right back.

I threw myself against the walls,
Punched them as hard as i could,
Breaking my fists and destroying the room.

You lined them with matressess,
To make them soft and useless.
So I tore out my hair,
Great chunks at a time.

You bought a straitjacket,
Made me wear it so I couldn't move.

You removed everything that i could use to hurt myself,
That's when,
I decided,
To stop eating.

You didn't like this idea of mine
So you forced a tube down my throat.

I tore it out but you put it back in.
I promised to eat
But i threw it up.

You watched me for hours
To stop that little trick

I drove my car off a cliff
In a final act of insanity.

You stopped everything i was using,
To control my pain,
But you never once asked,
If I was OK.