Theses scars are here to remind me of a battle that I have won...

A torn piece of paper
Is like my cut wrist

-[scars] tell the past in ways [words] can't-

Now im gone.
Out of your life.
But dont you worry.
I'm the one with the knife.

If a knife is meant to hurt.....
then in the end why do we go to it to free us from all our pain?

One Cut Is All It Would Take
To Make Sure I Never Awake

Cuts, scrapes, bruises, scars
They all go away
But memories of you
Will forever stay

Cutting doesn't solve anything or take the pain away,
But for those few seconds everything is okay...

They ask what happened, I said I fell,
They ask where, I say in my room,
They ask when, I say last night...
I’m not lying,
my wrists fell on the blade
in my room
last night,
as I cried

Death is not the most tragic loss in life.
The most tragic loss is what dies inside you while your still alive.