The wounds keep re-opening and every time you turn...
you are beaten down by the world as it grasps you...

I pray to god everyday, that this fog will rise...
People try to understand me, but they just don't...

As you rub the salt in these wounds that you've...
I will stare at you with a straight face...

The flow of scarlet fills my eyes
And the look of shame...

Wipe away your frown
replace it with your smile...

Embedded in my skin
Engravings that tell a story...

A stream of crimson runs over me and I swim...
Spilled by a knife on this night...

A flower blooms from my wrist
all it needed was a sharp painful twist...

I slowly ease into sleep
With help from my silent lullaby...