One day in a fit of loneliness and self hatred
I'll stop cutting and start carving
And it'll spell out your name
Or the words you said to me
From a time when I wasn't alone
And didn't hate myself with enough fervor
To make slashes in my skin
So deep that blood ran down my leg
And my skin burned with the hot sting
Of my own discontent and uselessness
One day in a fit of stupidity and unawareness
I'll carve your name and let the blood run
Until there's none left
And I have set myself free