Little and young I laughed at it all
Something someone did something I saw...
These scars on my wrist
i do not like to hide...
I can no longer hold this stainless image,
No one can see all this hidden damage...
I'll stop, I tell myself
Just after this last cut...
Can it change?
No, will it change is what...
Times are really changing
And I cant seem to cope...
Gazing out into the world,
the cruel wind seems icy to my spine...
A forgotten red bear
lays tossed aside...
Everything that could possibly go wrong,
goes wrong...
Drip, drip, drip
sounds just like rain...
Clear away the cobwebs,
and take away the pain...
Dreamless sleep and,
scattered thoughts...