Scars and Demise

I put the pen to the paper
Like how I put the knife to my wrist
I try to write my feelings
but I miss the blade and it's kiss

Eat cut I cut
goes deeper to the vien
Maybe this cut will end it
Maybe it will end my pain

Will you notice if I'm gone?
Will you notice at all?
Do you care about the scars?
Do you notice when I fall?

The marks on my arm
will heal
the pain will still be there
But eventually I won't feel

I'm running from myself
please just take my hand
Ignore the scars and my demise
I hope you understand

Samantha
Written in Blood