It was like railroad tracks
Each line so defined
I was humiliated
That i was so weak
I used to cover up
The raging red lines
I promised him
That i would quit
But you see
He thought depression
Was just an illness
And cutting was a side effect
That I'd get better over time
Until he realized
I was still depressed.
He left me on my own
So the red lines grew deeper
As if i thought I'd reach something
Maybe if i go further down
I can tarnish my soul.
But then... i met him.
He made me promises
He held me close
And slowly i stopped wearing long sleeves
And he saw what i had done
He asked me swear I'd stop
He promised not to leave me

And eventually those deep red lines

*Faded