The Blade

The blade is her only escape,
Each cut is her redemption.
The blood is running down her arm,
Though she's resisting all temptation.

Her palms show scars from her nails,
Digging deeply into her skin.
He was her favorite mistake,
Her forever sweetest sin.

She thought she'd love him forever,
But that's a long time to be wrong.
She thought she'd built a wall,
But he'd seen right through it all along.

The whiskey isn't strong enough.
She still feels the edge.
She feels trapped in her own world,
As if being cornered on a ledge.

Another hit might make it better.
She wants just one more line.
She knows the drugs don't work.
But they'll due for just tonight.

Another painful, deeper cut,
Is her only form of joy.
It sets her free from her reality,
Caused by a single boy.

The blade, her only espace.
The cuts are her redemption.
The blood is forever stained onto her arm.
She's to weak to reisist temptation.