Sit and Cut.

The scars are fading but not the pain
I still have the shirt that has the stain.
Do you remember that faraway night
That you thought I'd turned out my light?

You'll never know the pain I still feel
Like an ever turning hell-bent wheel.
It won't stop no matter what I do
Because my mind can't stop thinking of you.

It's been months now and I still remember
How it was before everything went assunder.
Do you remember? Can you stand to think back?
I doubt it, too much trippin and smoking crack.

I can't escape my pain as you do, so foolishly.
I don't want our son born already hurt, like me.
So the only way I see out of this damned rut
Is to sit and cut, sit and cut, sit and cut....