As the blade goes down your arm
u wonder what 2 do
how did u let things get so bad
what should u do
the blood starts trickling next
you are so scared at yourself and your thoughts
the p/o thoughts u think of next remind you what 2 do
how did u get so mad that you would resort to this
Now a few days pass by there are 3 or 4 scars there
each a memory of there own
you want the evidence gone
you want to forget at every thing you are
you don't want n e one to know
how you calm yourself down
and then you stop to think
theres nothing else to do
