So, disclaimer, this is NOT my work, this is the beginning of a song but I just love these lyrics: Small, simple, safe price Rise the wake and carry me With all of my regrets This is not a small cut that scabs And dries, and flakes, and heals And I am not afraid to die I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight I want the pain of payment What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid To fill and spill over, and under my thoughts My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart Love is not like anything Especially a fucking knife