Stupid Cuts...

I have so many scars
they are a part of me
they helped me through the time
when there was nothing i could see

I used a bloody knife
that i had used before
sometimes it left me bleeding
alone and on the floor

I'm singing one more song
the words do not connect
I'm leaning into arms
that i know won't protect

When people say to me
what's that on your arm
sometimes i want to cry
cuz i can't say...self harm

I use to be so happy
a content little child
but far along this path
i lost that perfect smile

what is there to say
when you can't explain your heart
what is there to do
when inside your torn apart

I'm standing on a roof
with 20 stories below
don't be to sad to hear....
that it's my time to go