The release begins with the first slice of my skin,
A quick fix for all the pain that's living within.
Not wanting to deal with the things inside my head.
Grabbing a razor and cutting myself instead.
Making myself pay for all that I've done wrong.
You never knew this, but I've been doing it all along.
The scars you won't notice for I've hidden them well.
Welcome inside me, this is my own personal hell.
The vanity you see it's all in my face,
But those hidden lines I'll never erase.
Punishing my body that's what it's all about.
Slicing my skin letting the darkness seep out.
Held prisoner to this sharp knife, I need to feel pain,
Numbness inside, trying to keep myself sane.
So that's when the razor meets my supple skin,
Turning it crimson, droplets of blood flowing from within.
They carry with them all the hurt inside,
And for a moment all the anguish subsides.
But it won't last long enough, there will be more,
Once again grasping the razor and locking the door.
Sitting upon the floor sanity in my hand,
I know this is something that you just don't understand.
I never really believed I'd find myself in this place,
With hidden lines upon my body that can't ever be erased.
