These scars never show.

Freshly cut gashes
That pour out crimson
Consumed by its beauty
It's a little more than an addiction
D
R
I
P
Blood splattered in the sink
Perfect! You've done it again
Made such a mess of things
Tell me... do you enjoy it?
Watching the blood spill from your skin

Blurred vision as the tears fall down
Teardrops mixed with blood
Falling slowly to the ground

Finally one last incision
Made in the centre of your wrist
You smile watching the blood flow
Will you ever f-ucking stop this?

Paste on your smile
So that nobody ever knows
Because you hide it so well
These scars they never show