The water gushes down like silver, blue veins
Sliding down the window panes
My arm burns with every little touch
The open wounds are under there
And only I know how
There's a draft sitting on my back
Making me shiver and wish the hurt would stop
Flawless people, all around me
Their perfect faces, with scarless arms
Oh how I envy them all
And hate myself for ruining everything
My world has been captured
Now it's all up to the self-harm
The addiction that has a death grip on me
Even though I wish to be free