I want to grab a knife,
and slide it against me skin,
i want to feel the pain,
it's the only way to escape,
escape the pain I'm holding in
it's the thought,
the thought that runs through my mind.
it's like a drug that i can't stop running to when theres something wrong.
it's the choice that i make,
the sound of blood,
as it falls to the ground.
the feeling of the sharp metal,
as it touches my bare skin.
it slices,
it bleeds,
soon it will be a scar,
that will remind me of what i was thinking when i write this.
a scar that will tell my story.
a scar that shows how i escape the pain that i hide inside
