Wounds of guiltiness,scars of life
Questions unanswered, hate is dug out with a knife
Stabs and tints there all over you
Your only explanation is theres nothing else to do...
Is there reasons why we do these things
This shameful markings
Is it cause we hate our lives so much or just that we hate ourselves
Feeling so empty so lost and so unwanted
Do we cut our selves to have something to hide
Or do we cut for the fact that we've lied
Blood so red and Tears of so many
We cut to remind our selves that we are still alive
But yet we keep going back into that swallow little hole
That we call relief
To release the pain but only cause more
Yet Again we come back crawling be-hide our close door
While they sleep soundly without knowing
While we are causing self destruction
Known as self mutilation.
