Watch it pierce my skin,
the blood slowly trickles down my arm.
So many ways to go,
but the blade had shown through.
Cut one, just to see what it feels like.
Cut two, this scar can symbolize everyone who doesn't understand me.
Cut three and the sharp edge is going deeper and deeper.
The pain begins to ease.
The next cut is for you,
for the way you made me feel inside.
Like I was nothing and no one would ever want to love me.
Several deep wounds and I'm becoming short of breath.
My bones are beginning to feel weaker,
now I can no longer see.
My obsession has overcome me,
and I can no longer be.
