The scars that show my past..

I want to tell you of my past..
one only few know..

I was feeling kinda bad..
he hurt me you know...His eyes seemed
to fool me..his soft hands caught
me in a drift.I thought
maybe this could be a fairytale.

But I was livin' in a dream..fairytales
dont exist..cause life always
ends up with a broken heart
or tears.

Well i had to tell him. That me him
and another girl just weren't fit to be together..
but I have to tell ya...I loved that guy
and i think I almost died...

Well i was sitting there on my couch..my
eyes rainin..my heart stinging...and thats
when i saw the pocket knife
there next to me.

I slipped in a small cut..barely big enough
to see..but i would keep on coming back..
making the the slit bigger and deeper..
it made things go away.

Before I knew it..I was covered in these
striaght lines...pain was what made me better..
but that night...i wore a short sleeved shirt
to bed...revealing my wounds...

My sister saw them and started to cry..
she had been through the same thing..
and i was shadowing her path..
she told me that the cuts didnt
do any good...and that if stopped
she wouldnt turn me into a place
that she called hell..

So that my story...i stopped..
i still find myself..lookin at a knife
wondering what would happen..though
i never do..im still stuck with these
scars..they show my past and
I have to look at them every day..