Sweat marks under my skin,
Running to the end of time.
All is over, I must hide inside,
With the scars that are left.
Keeping me warm, the heat from the blade,
As it slips into a height, unknown.
Drugged with pills,
That supposably makes me think.
Not wanting to hurt again,
I scream for more pain.
Rebel with the carving knife I run,
Blood shot, the wound, overcoming fear.
