I tell myself I’m over it
I tell myself it’s done
There’s nothing I can do
Once it has begun

Every time I sit
Leaned up against my bed
Every single slit
Turns off what’s in my head

Forget about sorrow
The razors slides across
Forget about tomorrow
The head stone’s a cross

Then the memory
A crown of thorns
The resurrection
A holy child born

Throwing it in his face
My existence turned to hate
How selfish I am
To choose this fate

He gave his life
We all shall win
To end our strife
Forgive this sin

Here I cut
His creation
My mind had shut
This life’s sensation

I know it’s not right
When this blood appears
Shortens my sight
And blends with tears

Hands together tight
My sense disappears
Sleep guilty tonight
Say bedtime prayers

Held up high
The mighty word
No cutters excuse
Had you heard

He gave life
Sacrificed his son
Not for A knife
To finish what’s done

No longer will I cut
I feel the wrong within
Please forgive these scars
Please forgive this sin
 
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