The night was cold
the sky so dark...

I can remember how he hung there
above my toilet...

I have done it everyday as long as i can remember
it's been a part of me that I'll never be able to...

The cuts and scars on that arm are more than one...
a little girl torn up inside should never be that...

Wow it\'s been so long since i felt normal
so long since i was felt right...

I\'m unfeeling
surprise...

I look into the sea of scars that lie upon my...
did i want this...

I wish i could rearrange my brain
make it normal...