The pain I feed upon my wrists,
These scars are all for you..
Filed with bloody crimson strips,
Look what you made me do!

I tried to take away my life,
As my soul was no longer alive..
A tortured soul, a breaking heart,
How was I to survive?

Bandages after each new attempt,
Battles fought upon my arm..
I bled fresh blood from each new war,
Not intending me anymore harm.

The scars are getting deeper,
And I'm the enemy..
Why bother fighting for the past?
I'm never going to be free.

I cannot take the torture,
So I turn for my razor blade..
To carve one last thing upon me,
And show I'm not afraid.

The words and scars that I show,
Are constant reminders of you..
For you see it reads your name,
And how you hurt me too!

I did this all because of you,
So the pain could disappear..
I take the knife and cut a scar,
Then, again, you reappear.

You think it isn't possible,
For me to go out of my mind..
But believe me you mean that much to me,
That I do it all the time..

03.23.04 @};-
 
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