I know from the pain i feel inside that what i am doing is wrong.
But these scars are caused by whats going on.
I try to quit because i know it does me harm
But i love the feeling of blood running down my arm
To feel the newly sharpened blade,
slide across my wrist as it signs its name.
The pain i felt from the lies slowly disappears,
but it still doesn't change that you dint care.
I hate everything about this,
but i can't change the fact that i still do it.
I listen to the doctors and therapists tell me that I'm crazy,
but they could never understand me.
It's like my drug addiction.
Soon it will end as a murder conviction.
You've been warned for the last time,
Soon it will end in suicide.
I know i need help in my life.
but the only one who listens is my knife.
I'm not afraid anymore,
So do me a favor and don't open the closet door...
