The incision I make on my own skin
the vermillion blood dripping thin
why can't I stop the cutting
why can't I start believing
because mama is going
no shes already gone
because its hard remembering
what is actually wrong
because he stares at me every time
he see's me yet he causes so much pain
because my sister she's shutting down
won't admit something is wrong
because I'm afraid my love will go
I know I told you to put the blade down
but I feel safer with it dragging against my skin
pulling blood away dribble by dribble
am I chucking my life away
will the scars ever fade
slits up my femur
I count fifty six
I try not to do it
Its force of habit
fifty seven, fifty eight
wait
fifty nine, sixty
trickery
you play me again
sixty one
my heart was true
sixty two
set me free
sixty three
my life was torn
sixty four
I don't want to be alive
sixty five
I need my fix
sixty six
Now I'm going to heaven
sixty seven
no that's not my fate
sixty eight
one last time
sixty nine