DeepCuts

Deep cuts into my wrist,
Nothing's better than a scar.
A little shape I'd like to call,
My favorite little star.

I know it's the sign,
I'd bet on my whole life.
That I'd rather use a blade,
It's better than a knife.

Passing my dreams by,
Letting my fate take over my heart.
Wondering if my scars will heal,
Or if my life will fall apart.

Put the blade away,
Never wanting to feel the pain.
But it got harder and harder,
So I took it out again.

Throw it away again,
It goes in the trash.
Always follow your dreams,
And never make a slash.