Carving words

Last night, I wrote that word again
Marked out on my skin the word is "pain"
On my hand inflamed and red
Panic is flooding through my messed up head

Hidden behind my sleeves so long
Another time when my life went wrong
As I cut my arms so deep so often
The fall of my blade never softens
Blood trickles down and I wipe it away
I don't want to live another day

I'm sick of people beating me up on my own
I'm sick of sitting waiting by my silent phone
No one notices those marks on my skin
The ones on my arms yes, I don't want to let people in

I'm so scared and lonely and I only ever cry
I sit with my cuts every night I try to die
When I wake up again I get so angry and mad
I'm so sick to death of being so bloody sad