Every scar on my arms has a story,A story of hurt and pain,That many people may not understand,People ask WHY?
Knowing that the only thing that will get me through everyday,Is picking up a blade and slicing all the pain away,I don't just slice once.But numerous times,Deeper and deeper every time.My arm starts to turn numb,I can feel nothing no longer.All the pain i hold inside seems to be going away,All i can see is blood dripping to the floor.It's such a big Poole,This time I've gone to far.It's all over at last,now my sick twisted pedophile so called father and my alcoholic mother can see what they have done.
