No I'm not proud of what I put my self through
I hate the scars
I hate the marks
They look so ugly and have no use
I can’t help it... they are there from self-abuse
Take me away from myself, my shame
Lock me up and throw away the key
I feel this way and it’s not your fault
Ill take the blame,
I do this to my self no one else but me
I take the razor and cut my wrist
The little red line
The line of bliss
My blood is my tears
My blood is my fears
I take the blade and let them out
In side I shout and my cuts let them out
