Can you see? (cutting)

Can you not see what you have done?
You're crimson tears will forever run...
Out that vain and down that arm,
my, oh my, oh so many scars.

Slice after slice, blood still pours,
You shout to Death, "How 'bout now, do you take me as yours?"
You say you need the numbing sensations,
but what about your future generation?
Are you running from the past?
Can you make yourself see beyond the looking glass?

So another slice you make,
is it worth your imprisoning fate?
You're starting to seal your doom,
unfortunately saving yourself is only something you can do.

So please tell me now,
before out I bow.
Do you see what you have done?
Or perhaps that your crimson tears will forever run?