Tonight

Scars all running down my arms
Inflicted from my self-harm
Ten years I've lived with this agony
Stemming from a childhood tragedy

Tired of long sleeves in the summer
Now I march to a different drummer
Anemia sets in and I wonder why
I had to cut instead of just cry

Now I see the damage I've done
I'm afraid to go out anymore in the sun
So many scars, so many years
The blood has always cried my tears

And yet still the desire seems to set in
I feel like I can never win
But today I turn over another page
I guess wisdom always comes with age

No more cuts, no more pain
No more bruises, no more distain
I won't go down without a fight
This habit will die tonight