Burns are only too hot if you don't expect them
Cuts are only too deep if you didn't intend them
My pain is displayed on my body in bruises, cuts and  burns, and I don't care to mend them
A knife against my wrist, a lighter blistering my skin,  running headfirst into a wall I have no solution to my problem

As I bleed, blister, and bruise I detach my self from reality and don't plan on returning
I plead to stay  in this moment of bliss but reality wins and brings me to this insanity of constant yearning
This instant of perfection leaves me and I'm left feeling corrupt
I'm taken away from my haven and brought back to reality left with nothing but cuts

Others surround me and look very profoundly at my display
I'm covering up my blood, blisters, and bruises so I'm not found insane Hovering a knife over my arms again, to detach myself  and run away from my shame
I again forget the world around me and I'm indulged in pain

And next time I will cut deeper
and deeper
I will bruise myself till I black out
I will burn my skin until I can't anymore
Maybe this time I'll stay in this haven a little longer