If this continues
The puncture wounds just might kill me
Cuz I'm still simply insane
And you barely even know my name
But i can't count on you
This is serious
Thousands of tiny abrasions
Lining my pale arms
And keeping them hidden
Is almost as hard
As quitting
But this feeling of unease
That's making my stomache churn
Is a sign that I can't go on
With using this as a cure
Cuz it stops the mania with a different feeling
And it only stops the pain
If I hurt on the outside
Making me fight
The feeling of being simply insane
Simply out of my mind
