I never thought I'd need you again,
thought I had turned a page
and left you long behind,
but within seconds,
it's done,
and I feel these silent tear drops
streaming into my blood.
Secrets and lies
scratched into my skin,
blood on my hands
because I am guilty.
The more I hurt inside,
the harder it becomes to stop,
and I realise I'm already in too deep,
and sooner or later,
when I'm surrounded by fear,
I know my hand will slip
and I will lice the wrong way
one final time.
