As I sit on the floor
The only light coming from Underneath the door
I take that knife
In my hand
I press it hard
Against my arm
To see what lies beneath
The last formed scar
And as the red trickle
Comes up from so deep
I watch as it stains and seeps
A tear escapes me
And falls down my cheek
I wipe it right by
As I remember how it used to be
When I had no pain
And didn't have to seek
Refuge threw a knife
Ya I used to live a happy life..
