The other half

Would you think I was crazy if I told you
How I love it when it cuts through my wrist?
It seems normal to me
Like making a fist.

The quick pull
The slight pressure
It doesn't make me feel "cool"
It simply makes me "feel".

It cuts through this
Numb
Empty
Life.

And
I
Love
It.

I collect them
My guilty pleasures
And hide them away
The greatest of pleasures
All shapes
Sizes
Sharpness's
And I keep them all
My dirty secret.

But there is a strange desire
to show my scars.
I want to find the liars
And the hidden stars.

I want to find someone
Who doesn't look at it like it is wrong.
But knows why it was done
And that she has sang the same song.

I want to make a new song with her
I know how it would go.
A simple rhythm soft like fur
And a beautiful melody  with love to show.