She sits in the corner
Tracing each faded line on her skin
For every scar tells a story
Each of a battle she didn't win
And as she remembers each cut
She remembers the flow of the blood
And the feeling it always brought
When she saw the crimson red flood
And remembering it now
In the state that she's in
She fights the temptation
To once again slice across her skin
She craves the blade so much
And the comfort she knows it would give
She thought that she could stop
But now she needs it to live
She's an addict to the razor
She needs that familiar pain
But everyone says it's wrong
They all think that she's insane
She doesn't want to do it again
But she finds she's holding the blade
She looks down and sees blood
From the deep slashes she's just made
She didn't want to do it!
She'd done well for so long
SHe always screws up
As soon as anything goes wrong
She hates herself so much
She wants to hurt much more
She cuts across again and again
And watches a red stream start to pour
She's not satisfied yet though
She's filled with so much self-hate
Slices at her veins in rage
Horrified she stops but it's too late
The flood now pouriing from her wrist
Too fast and too strong
She starts to feel weak
Soon she'll be gone
She didn't want to do it, though
She always thought she had control
But she lost it to the addiction
That sucked her into a black hole
Now she's bleeding to death
Lying in a defeated heap
She always thought that she could stop
But she was in too deep...
