I feel like a prisoner in my own skin
These scars that I let sink in
Are now pulling me closer to the brink
I may not have the courage to go away
But the reality makes me want to take that path anyway
The sharp blade keeps tearing my skin apart
But these scars on my body do not compare to the ones on my heart
I constantly find myself standing over the edge
Trying to wake up from this dread
But am afraid, one misstep and all I will see is Red.