Scars upon my body,
marks that will never heal,
blood flowing down from my wrist,
i know that this pain is real,
things i don't understand,
like why is this knife in my hand,
why is this pain taking control,
why does it feel like i have no soul,
why does my body seem so cold,
and why do i keep this knife to hold,
are all these questions showing me,
the way i should go,
i keep on thinking,
in my head,
what the scars have done to me,
and now of this iam dead.
