Just one more time and I’ll be fine,
Just one more cut and I’ll be able to...

Scars
express the hardships...

She sits in her own corner all by herself
She feels like someone stuck her back on a shelf...

Why does he make me do it?
He knows I’m under age...

My love for you burns deeper than words can...
I feel as though your love is the very best...

May I borrow your blade please?
May I cut and fall on my knees...

Write out your feelings,
Write what you feel...

A lone soda can.
Empty...

Burning pains in my arms,
Stops the burning tears...

The blade that I once longed for
was right in from of my face...

Now I lay me down to sleep
I close my eyes, begin to weep...

The blade of depression cuts,
The blood of self-hate bleeds...