Teardrops of blood, they hold my pain,
Allowing my mind to clear.
The release they bring allows me to attain,
My presence without fear.

I am a cutter, so what, does it look like I care?
It helps keep me alive, get me through my despair.
I despise being labelled, and when people stare,
Back the hell off, I don't need you, its my way to repair.

I may have returned to what makes me strong,
But I miss what makes me happy.

I have endangered the best part of my life,
By returning to the worst part of myself.

Before I met you, I was trapped in a nightmare, but you turned it into a dream from which I never want to leave.

For I need to feel wanted,
But I want to feel needed.

For a darkness from my past
Had returned to me,
My blade had taken over,
Death was all I'd see.

Inside this mirror I see myself,
Trapped behind a face no longer mine,
I seem to be the only one,
Who can see my bitter decline.

The pain from loss is passing,
But the happiness from love stays strong,
And although we both hurt in the end,
Loving you was never wrong.

So tell me what you see,
When you look in my eyes,
I know what you should see,
A lost soul in disguise.