It was about three years ago when I first started to change,
It was unfamiliar at first and felt very strange,
It was when I wanted physical pain,
To replace the emotional things I had gained.
You can see the picture of my life on my body, and how it's developed through time,
Each scar represents something, every mark, every line,
There is a reason and a story behind each one,
And it all just proves that I am not strong.
All I have ever wanted was for the pain to stop,
And it does end for a while when every bit of blood drops,
I know I should look forward to the rest of my life,
Will I have children? Will I become a wife?
But everytime I have that dream,
It is shattered with my ear-piercing scream.
There is only one way how,
I can end all of this now,
All it takes is one slice,
And I am willing to pay that price.
So here I go and pierce my skin,
And let out all the hurt from within,
I am happy because I know this is my future, my fate,
As I float up towards those pearly white gates.
