Slit

Pain is bearable from the outside in,
The only scars you're left with are on your skin,

The blood around you wrist reassures you're alive,
Your soul is numb so for happiness you no longer strive,

The blade slicing your wrist is the only thing you feel,
You don't have to force yourself to pretend this is real,

You pray for forgiveness because you know it's not right,
But every time you try to stop the harder it is to fight,

After you sin you watch your scars heal,
Unlike your dying heart the wounds will always seal,

You've wanted a reason,
So now you know why,
Maybe you'll leave me alone now,
I'm sick of living your lie,