My face is hidden from the world to see,
This is what society’s done to me.
Bound my wrists with razored wires,
Watch them burn this witch in fires.
Long sleeves cover the slashes,
Soon memories of me will be in the ashes.
So now, before I leave you all,
Read my skin, read it aloud,
Read my pain, to the entire crowd.

Broken Wing, carved on my back,
When I thought I could fly to be free.
Broken Love, carved on my chest,
When I thought that love could save me.
Broken Leg, carved onto my thigh,
When I thought I could run away from here.
Broken Reach, carved onto my hands,
When I thought I could climb away from fear.

And what is that?
A cross--carved on my heart
That was when I thought Jesus would save me

So I guess I was wrong,
All of these years,
And maybe I deserve to be killed.
But remember this now,
And remember it true,
One day my pain will kill you

 
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