Those white laced lines
Are back again
Greeting me
Like an old friend

Pink and red
They stain my wrists
I cannot help it
The scars turn and twist

They did not like
Being locked up tight
Alone and banging
At my brain in the night

"Just one more"
I tell my hands
But my body does not
Understand

It wants to slice
Twenty more I tried
Until I am ******
Used up and dried

So those little pink scars
Are back to haunt
The razor blades
Are back to taunt