I'm suicidal at every thought
This lingering feeling just cant be fought
The thought of bringing my life to an end
Doesn't even feel like a sin
I'm hurting on the inside
And I'm making designs on the outside
You can feel what I feel
By looking at my scars that are trying to heal
The bloody scars that never really fade
Are all my creations that I have made
I've done this all to myself
And I no longer need anyones help
It's not even pain to me anymore
They don't even become the least bit sore
The closer I get to each vein
The more I feel lost and insane
The blood that boils over and runs down my bare arms
Don't even feel like I'm close to any harm
I'm sorry no one can understand
I don't need any of you or your so called helping hand
This helps me deal with my daily routine
And it doesn't even sting
God has blessed me some may say
And every night I do indeed pray
Thank you Jesus for never letting me cut too deep
Thank you for just letting all my pain seep
I owe everyone so much
I'm sorry I cant help it if I cut...
