~It all seems like a dream, as I c my blood run like a stream.
As the razor falls slowly to the 2 floor, I hope no one walks through the door.
For once I am in control of me, that is what everyone else cannot see.
No one else understands y I cut, when the see my scars they hold their gut.
But how can I explain when I don’t know, my mind is entangled like a bow.
All I can say is….im addicted~
