I made you a promise
I would never cut again,
and so far I've been clean from the cutting
even though it is still dirtying my mind.
You used to make me feel better
than the darker day before,
and with every dark night approaching,
I would hear your voice begging,
"Please don't cut... for me."
and in no time at all
I would put the blade back down.
I made you a promise
I would never cut again,
but you also made a promise
you would never walk away.
I guess now,
we have both been betrayed,
as you now become the cause
for scars appearing on my skin.
