Relapsation

My hands to my head, my head to my feet,
a pain so severe- i can't even feel my heartbeat,
and i cry a river of my blood and my tears,
its me all alone- living out my worst fears.

a locked bathroom door, a rusty old blade,
these memories youve created, just won't fade,
so i'll cut them out of this skin that youve felt,
and a pool of blood will form on the ground were i'm knelt.

i'm not thirteen again, i've been here before,
cold and afraid, bloodstained on the bathroom floor,
this skin's got the scars to prove i can make it through,
i don't no why?why, i relasped just over someone like you!