The razor so feeble within my palm
I clasp my hand so tightly... what no harm?
I'm not doing this right.. so i take the blade from my hand
And place it to my wrist..without it i cannot stand
I shiver even though I'm warm
I know this wont cure what i have formed
I gave into the blood that seeps
So deeply i cut.. as i can no longer weep
Done with the alcohol done with the drugs
I'm back to square one.. covered in blood
To drunk to stand.. to smashed to run
As i hold the blade at my wrist.. to the old tired song i hum
I play it when I'm in such a somber mood
I play it when i throw up my food
As i held the blade to my wrist after such a long time
All the scars are shown... the past haunts this mind
I stumble to break the skin
At the first hurdle i fall.. like an apple core in a bin
I slice again to withdraw the crimson chain
A breath of fresh air releases the pain
The dance of the red ribbon falls and curls from my arm
Yes mum it is known as self harm
You wonder why i lock my door at night
If you walked in to see what i was doing.. you would get a fright
The dance of the ribbon falling free from my wrist
As this blade i couldn't ignore.. i just couldn't resist
This cut is for you.. That cut is for him
I'm back at square one.. i had to give in
