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I want to scream I want to cry And I hate to admit it But I want to die I want to stop this constant hurt To stop the voices in my head To never again get out of bed To stop cutting up my skin Like it's paper The blade a pen But I'm an artist And I can't quit Every cut a step closer To finishing my artwork And once I finish The lines soon fade Till little white lines Are all that remain And if I make a mistake I cut and cut Till blood covers up Anything that I made And then I'll start over Onto a clean slate And when the lines heal I'll trace them sometimes Remembering the story That lays behind each line.
