I slowly ease into sleep
With help from my silent lullaby...

A flower blooms from my wrist
all it needed was a sharp painful twist...

A stream of crimson runs over me and I swim...
Spilled by a knife on this night...

Embedded in my skin
Engravings that tell a story...

Wipe away your frown
replace it with your smile...

The flow of scarlet fills my eyes
And the look of shame...

As you rub the salt in these wounds that you've...
I will stare at you with a straight face...

I pray to god everyday, that this fog will rise...
People try to understand me, but they just don't...

The wounds keep re-opening and every time you turn...
you are beaten down by the world as it grasps you...