I cut a pattern on my arm
No need to shout and cause alarm...
Hiding hurtful things inside
Contemplating suicide...
Maybe I can't handle this,
thats why I hurt myself and so many others...
Song
I peer through this hole...
I could not sleep again
Haunted by the memories...
As I slowly slip away
Inside this darkened mind...
I cannot bear to look upon an image of myself
Turn away from my reflection is disgust and shame...
I am not the reason why,
You cry in pain at night...
Feeling so bound
In this life of mine...
Broken dreams,
Silent screams...
They didn't have to do it,
complete the devious task...
Look at my skin,
So ugly, cut up, sore and full of distaste...