Why is this piece of cold metal my best friend
i thought i made the choice to say the end
i guess i was wrong, when i turned to it for comfort
it may be sharp, but it doesn't hurt
it relaxes and helps me, more than anyone could
my heart knows it's wrong, but my mind is registered that it should
in my life, i finally have control
"you'll kill yourself" is what i'm told
i made these scars, without any help
no adult telling me what to do, i felt
like i finally did something on my own
but i need to learn, that now i'm grown
i can't let go of the past, i wasn't saved
because in me, these moments were engraved
it tells a story, each fleshed cut
it's a part of me now, there are no buts
