A Demon's Brand

Full of memories of my broken heart
I look down at my scarred wrist
They are healed but still make me bleed
It's an urge I can't resist

Like a demon that has taken hold of me
Scratching and branding me
I tried to push him away
But the bastard wouldn't let me be

I have a disease of the mind
Like a cancer called depression
It starts out real little
But then becomes an obsession

It's sort of like a drug
It seeps through my veins
Once I start coming down
Little of my heart remains

Scars of all shapes and sizes
Made from all my pain
I'm covered with these marks
The marks from being insane

My eyes deceive my fake smile
Where upon my face it's etched
No one can tell me there is no pain
Because only I see the scars I've sketched

After so long I have learned to live
With this tragic pain of mine
But when I look at those beautiful scars
I see a power so shatteringly divine

This depression has control of me
Making my heart broken and bound
I feel as if I know nothing but this
I know only the voices' sound

I'm told that I will get better
But better seems so far away
If I don't believe in myself
Then how can I believe what they say?

I have all these memories
Scarred upon my wrist galore
It's hard to forget the past
When it's the reason my heart is tore

I believe I'm one in a million
Because not many can deal with this kind of pain
Not many can deal with abuse and rape
Not many can deal with this disease of the brain

So when you see my glamorous scars
I hope you won't feel how I feel
Because only I know the demon that branded me
And only I know that he's real