I'll take and throw It away
The blade is apart of me now
Cause life memos of the past on my wrist tho to you it makes no sence to me it was the only thing
Only thing to solve my cracked heart
Only thing to feel the hatred in my heart that was the only thing that would make my problems feel solved it was better than saying good by to the sun moon and stars now I'm just left with scars inside and out my face says happy but my mind screams out for help some are hidden from the souls view but some are visible and covered with lies I don't want. Attention or help cause
The scars are both
Better than cuts across the neck or a rope tied to a tree or pills laying in my hand belive I've tried all but the scars saved me