Ouch, there it is again I hit the skin once more for the night.
Time to turn off the light I should be alright..

Next day im back at it once more knife to far in my arm.
I can’t explain the stress I let go of when I slice..

But then I look at my arm and see all the scars
They remind me of my flaws..

Damn these scares make me even worse
Make me tear up my skin more then just twice a day.

These scars are so unwanted, please go away.
I know the answer is to stop.

But I can’t, im addicted to cutting my self.
That’s all there is to it. Plain and simple…

Maybe the scars will faid but,
The blood will never stop spilling

From all the times I’ve slit,
My stupid fucking wrist.. :-/

 
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