Those cuts on your wrist,

They don't let the demons out,
They let them in.

And when you say you don't need to be saved,
I know that's just your burden talking.

Because when I'm with you,
I can see you crave life,
I can see you crave love,

So I'm begging you to stop pouring out the blood that pumps directly from your heart.
Doesn't your love grow out of the same spot? Are you leaking out some of that precious substance too?
I'm begging you to stop slicing your skin, still tender and young, and dripping out all of the life that you have left.
Your life is not a poison to be ****** out of the veins. It is a gift, won't you cherish it and preserve it until your real last breath?    

So please, keep your veins sealed,
keep the blood, the love, the life in.

Open up your heart instead, let me talk to you, let her caress you, let God embrace you.
Open up your mouth instead, say a prayer, and finally let the real healing begin.