I Sometimes Feel Like I Don't Fit In With My Friends, Like I Don't Fit In Anywhere, Like There's No Place for Me In The World. I Cut Myself Again, Oh, How I Love The Pain, Feels Like A Burn, But Rather Than Burning In, A Cut Burns Out. I Love The Bright Color Coming Out, I Love Being In Control Of My Pain. I Have To Control It, No One Else. Cutting Is A Release, It Clears My Head. When They Took Me To Exeter Hospital, Last Week, They Should Have Just Sent Me To Hampstead Hospital (The Kuku Hut) Like I Wanted Them To.