When you speak of razors and scars,
I feel an indentation into my heart.
While I look at the night's beauty and stars,
You're looking at a way to tear yourself apart.

There's nothing I can do and I have no clue,
I just wish I had a gifted ability to make it better.
All of this, every bit of it is all very new,
Back then you use to be such a go getter.

You used your blood as ink and a blanket as a canvas,
So even if I could kiss it all away, it'll be there later.
So even if I find the Wizard of Oz and escape Kansas,
The pain you cause in my heart is so much greater.

I'm so tired. I want to make you happy but I just don't know how. I'm so very tired. Like a cloud permanently stained with grey. You never rained water only blood, and I could try mend the wounds but I'll never be able to put you back together. The scars that run alongside your arm, has transitioned to run alongside my heart.