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Hold the knife in my hand, I hold it steady

I hold it to my already scarred wrist, I know that I am ready

I find the courage and press down hard

No more need for defense, So I let down my guard



First one gentle stroke,

for the rip in my heart that deathly chokes

Watch as the blood trickles down....

A little bit at a time...

Another slash, followed by another....

In no time I will be fine....



I watch as the shiny metal gleams in the sun

Cutting me apart as my whole life comes undone

Life is just a miserable, horrible game

Day after day the pain continues and I find more guilt and shame...



Loss of blood and crimson tears

I have to hide because of fear...

No one can see whats hidden underneath

No one should see what lies beneath...



Another cut, another scar...

Have I gone insane, Have I gone too far..?

There are less and less places to slash that can be covered

Before the lie I live becomes discovered



So what shall I do...?

I cant just quit

The withdrawel would be too much to go through

but the relief I feel when I cut I just cant resist



So I keep cutting where the scars can be hid

But no one can ever see what I did

Cutting over the old scars, make them come alive again

If only you could see where I have been



Dont take this release from me. I'll never be the same

Without my addiction I would go insane

Cut by cut and scar by scar

You will never see the path I have taken nor understand how I got this far



I take the shiny blade and watch it gleam

I continue to cut, and I continue to bleed

Crimson rain and tainted tears...

I only wonder if I can make it through these trivial years...