I am surrounded by people but I am all alone,
I live in this house, but it does not feel like home.
I seem fine but I am not alright,
No-one is a threat, but I am prepared to fight.
Nothing is wrong, but I feel sh*t,
I am falling down, yet there is no pit.
My blade is sharp and soft,
Ready to fulfill my desperate need,
My blade will make me happy,
My blade will make me bleed.
I can feel the warm blood tickle slowly down my arm,
I am released, I am free,
I smile and fall deeper into denial
This is not wrong, it keeps me calm.
I sit in a deep, pensive daze,
No-one knows what I am thinking,
I am thinking nothing; I am not even here,
I dont have to worry, I have nothing to fear.
‘Coz my place is perfect, but to reach it I need the pain,
In my world, my scars bare no shame.
They are visible, free and beautiful,
Each has its own memory.
My scars are no enemy.
