I think little by little
I'll be able to solve my problems
And survive my pain,
But that’s the thing about pain;
It demands to be felt.

And I'd like you to know the stories
That I've carved into my skin.
But I hate to live them again,
Because my thoughts
Have destroyed me more
Than blades never could.

And each night,
I put my head to my pillow,
I try to tell myself that I'm strong,
Because I've survived one more day.