Slashing cutting more and more
is the feeling I adore
It makes me feel so good inside
though when I did it part of me died
Around me there is noone who cares
they r oblivious and unaware
of the pain they put me through
by what they say and what they do
Shocjed when they see my harm
all the red scars up my arm
but now they finally know the truth
Hidden scars, reminders, of my tormented youth
