Scars

No longer do I cut
To ease impulsive pain
This blade I’ve come to find
It’s just another daily charade
And in the blood
I see my reflection
I have not changed at all
For all my life I’ve been so lost
I’ve been this empty soul

I check these scars
From time to time
And pretend that I
Am no longer alive
Washed away
In this satanic blood
No longer exist
For those who never understood

Even those
I once thought I knew
Emphasize on my flaws
And help this blade to cut through

Forever, a prisoner in my suffering
With dreams of silver sea
Surrounded by mountains
More of those who rest to laugh at me

Given up on you
Given up on my dreams
Given up on existence
And any relief

My wrists start to sting
And tears roll down my cheeks
I watch my life die
With the months and the weeks
Washing away
With the blood on my wrists
Nothing remains
And nothing exists

I check these scars
From time to time
And pretend that I
Am no longer alive
Washed away
In this satanic blood
No longer exist
For those who never understood

Copyright ©2005 Jessica Tedder