when did it start?
When My friend said it was fun
It started as a habit, but now it's more like an art
It was better than holding back my screams
From when anger had filled me
I didn't mean to do it the first time
I was angry, enraged
And i just grabbed a blade
Watching the blood leak
I felt my anger begin to cease
When my mother called me fat
It was there to help with stupid crap
When something was in my system
And he wouldn't stop when I said no
It brought me up from feeling low
When Alex was killed
It kept my cup filled
It has been there for me to express my pain
It is the one thing that won't ever feel in vain
Daddy didn't want me
Moms too dead
Alex had to leave
And I'm lost inside my head
I don't know where the pieces went
Maybe their here under the flesh
I'm tired of all this childhood pain
I think it's time I start to express