The Old Me

I used to do it
But
Gladly can't find a good enough reason
For me to cut

The things
I put myself through
All I can say is
I'm glad my friends didn't do it to

The scars are so
Ugly and bleak
I'm not quite healed
Happiness is still what I seek

I haven't done it
Now I'm clean
That person you once saw
That was the Old Me