Racing heart, fluttering eyes Putting on a fake disguise Tremors running through my veins Chills are driving me insane Feelings of anticipation Doomed to ultimate damnation Snapping bands across my wrists Returning scars that still exist Welting up and turning red But these poor scars have already been bled Crying both inside and out Nothing left to talk about Charred soul and swelled up arms Isn't there a saying, the third time's a charm?
I'm trying everything I can to not chop myself up. So far, the rubber band is working.