Crimson pictures

The scars that he makes help to take
the pain away, they're the words he cant say
They remind him that he's still here
That each breath he takes bring real life near

Each night he sits at home
In the room, all alone
Not sure whether he's still real
so he makes himself bleed, makes himself feel

He gets into a state,
determined to control his own fate
He wants to make his own decision
on when he gets taken from this dying world he lives in

But because of fear
He's still here
The pictures he makes, covering his arms
Are the closest he can get before causing real harm

So he scratches and burns
to get himself through
until the day he learns
that real happiness is true