One slice
for the pain my father bought me
one slice
for the self hate that feels me
one slice
for the abuse that destroyed me
one slice
for my heart, that is now in pieces
these four slices mark my skin
in places you never think to begin
bleeding red raw
the pain nobody saw
these cuts will slowly heal
but the pain inside ill always feel
the tears i always cry
are those cuts inside bleeding dry
the heart ache i feel
is the slicing of me skins seal
the words echoing in my mind
is the scabs that you will find
and the dead girl on the floor
was when he walked out the door
