Scars

Scars on my wrist
they show you my pain
I'm hurting my mind
so i can't breath
replacing you name with that Blade
Cause I think about you each and everyday
as I try to find a place and fade away
my scars find there way
back to my face
as the blood begins to pure
a puddle forms under its waterfall of blood
sinking that blade into my skin
and thinking its helping within
Its clearing my thoughts,
Its clearing my tears
cause I'm cutting my wrist
with no doubt that I am no longer sane
your smile, my frown,
your hate, my Disgrace
just let me cut my life away
I love the feel of it each and everyday
My scars are what keeps me going
My razer is all I need
To help me through the day.