I picked up my lifeless arm
To view my painful scars
Feeling such a pain like this
Are the times I crave the blade
Spotting one resting upon my desk
Slowly but happily I picked it up
Brining it to my already drawn marks
My body’s terrified with fear
I’ve done this once before
And how much he hated it so
Thinking of his sadden voice
Pleading me to please never do this again
Stopped me from continuing toward my arm
I set the regretful blade aside
A sense of insanity underwent my soul
And alone I sat there crying
Only wanting him, I am always wanting him.
