I watch as it runs down the sink
and i wash away the deep red ink
i look at the marks on my arm
the marks most people call self harm
Pull down my sleeve so no-one sees what ive done
so no-one knows what i have become
and carry on as if everythings the same
still knowong there are people i want to blame
To blame for the pain that i feel
a pain so strong it doesnt seem real
i never thought i could feel like this
but the pain i feel is easy to miss.
