Words cut me to the bone.
Like the blade I use to take the pain.
It never takes the pain...
It fools your mind.
Your problems ease into their hiding spaces when the crimson flows.
You think you survived.
You think your safe.
Isn't that what hell's fire on your wrist means?
It means your alive?
No...It means you caused more pain.
It means when that pain stops burning the problems will be back.
The problems will be worse.
More problems will come with them.
You'll cut again...
You'll cut a little deeper.
Banishing the problems back again.
They will return.
Worse again.
Cut yourself deeper.
Make them hide again.
Look they're back,
Back to play.
Cut again.
Crimson flows now.
Cut again.
Cut to the bone.
Cut as deep as you like.
They won't go away.
But you...
You eventually may.
