It is nothing.
One hurts oneself.
There is no reason.
It is simply a spurt within,
That steeps one in agony,
And you want to scream.
You want to shout, shout, shout,
Cut, cut, cut,
And break free.
It is within me.
The spurts- come in a frequency of intensity,
Which causes the brain to swirl.
And mind in overdrive.
Other times, the brain is blank.
What was I thinking of when I commit this act?
Nothing- I was not thinking of anything.
I know not why I cut.
I know not why I hurt.
I only know- I want to be dead.