Neverending cuts

The cuts are neverending
the blood is still on my arms
i tried to stop but never did my best friend still is the knife

the scars are all so precious and the smile i put on every day and the fake words that i no longer say are all just an act

everyone has left me and my fathers rage hurts i wish i could take it back the pain and blood and burns

i have been so abused there\'s really nothing left every night i sit and ask the reason why im still alive and and wonder how i will still survive

too many tears for too many years