SCAR

I CUT MYSELF WITH THIS KNIFE

WITH THIS CUT I BLEED

WHEN I THINK TO MYSELF

WHY I DID IT

THERE WAS NO NEED

ALL I HAVE NOW IS A SCAR

TO REMIND ME OF THE PAIN

THE ONLY THING IT DOES FOR ME NOW

IS BRING TEARS LIKE RAIN

QUESTIONS RUN THROUGH MY MIND

EACH ENDING WITH WHY?

WHAT COULD BE SO BAD

THAT MADE ME WANT TO DIE

THERE IS NO COMMING BACK

FROM A PLACE UNKNOWN

NO ONE KNOWS

IF WE'LL EVER BE REBORN

AS I PICK UP THIS KNIFE

AND PLACE IT ON MY WRIST

I REMEMBER THAT FOOLISH DAY

AND UNCLINCH MY FIST