The girl you thought you knew,
When you never will or do,
she stays indoors hidden in black,
Retreating always to her knife rack,
Where she goes to gently cut her skin,
To keep in the demons deep within,
She says she is an introvert,
When really she is probably just a girl thats really hurt.

What more can I say
It's a violent kind of pain
The kind that never ends
And I have no one to blame but myself
Always pushing just a little farther
A little deeper
with dainty cuts
And horrid slashes
Blood was like water
And I was a river
Always flowing
Never ending
And we were one
The bleeding was me
And I was always bleeding

Slash in he morning to calm my nerves
Slash at night to put me to rest
Glass in my mouth while I sat in class
And every time it was to much the gentle push of my tongue
Feeling the roof of my mouth split
And the cold taste of blood

I miss the soft kiss of pain with every wound
And I miss feeling relaxed wile life poured from my wrists
I miss the pain and the misery

But it brought me no relief
Just a constant hunger for more
So today I fast from the pain
As I will tomorrow and the next day
And maybe one day
My wrists won't hurt anymore

Some way I know this pain,
It shamed me to love the way it flowed,

I'm looking at my scars,
Beauty in the burdens.

But I only masked my true pains,
For every night I bled outside,
I also bled within.

Find the blade that cuts your heart,
And get away...
So you no longer have to search for the blade that cuts your arms.

I fall for pain every day,
Letting it control me and light my way,
As i cut deep in my flesh with a razor edged knife,
Forgetting my family and future wife,
Cause i have realized the meaning of life is to die,
This thought will always come to my memory when i ask why,
If i am living to return to the ground,
My own screams will be the only sound,
That i want to hear as my head spins round and round.