I am the thorn in my own side; digging deep in between my ribs threatening my lungs.

The farther it travels beneath my dermis, the more I'm finding no one to blame.

I point fingers blindly in a vain effort to relinquish my own guilt, but as I open my eyes I'm in an empty room.

Now it's to the point that I need the Samaritan to pull this thorn, but I can't let them see what I've done to myself.

I continue to push the thorn in beneath my flesh, if it's to be removed it must be cut out of me.

When I can bring myself to part with the thorn, I know I will have left a scar on myself larger than what any person has done.