Well this is new
Now I leave bruises too?
On my legs, soon forming
I'll see them in the early morning

Right besides my deep new lines
Made with every fake "I'm fine"
The scars are proof that I'm alive
Oh look, there's another five

Why do I start to lash out and hit
At my own body and have a fit
When did this new self destruction start
When did my body decide to take part

I hit myself when I'm stressed
With the bottom of my palm I regress
I cave back into my shell
My life, each day, a living Hell

Why I hit myself, I don't know
I'm waiting for a sign to show
Why I leave bruises blindly
Daily and nightly