Beautiful Scars

You stay up late
In your room you cry
No one ever sees your pain
You sit there screaming why

Why can't anyone
At least understand
Why isn't anyone there
To sit and hold your hand

Then your vision blurs
And all you see is the knife
Somehow in your distorted mind
You think it will ease life

You slowly reach your hand out
Not to touch the blade just yet
Soon you're in a gaze
This is something you won't forget

In your head you debate it
Whether to dig in now or wait
You can't think of why not to
You have no destiny nor fate

You make the choice
Put the blade up to your flesh
You see these beautiful scars
That are oh so red and fresh

They have yet to bleed
So you dig deeper and more
You've never felt this kind of pain
None like this before

Yet somehow it relieves you
Pushing the blade in far
You will remember this night
From these developing beautiful scars

A couple weeks go by
And people begin to ask
No longer can you sit and lie
You must take off your mask

You're just a little girl
You don't know how to deal
So late at night you sit and cry
And bleed yourself to feel

Everyone labels you a cutter
Or says you're an attention star
Yet everyday you pay no heed
And show off your beautiful scars

It just gets deeper with each cut
Your body's drifting too far
Don't worry about when you get back
Your reminded by the beautiful scars