When i look forward
i see no end.
To this endless cycle,
will i ever mend?
i can't predict the future,
but i can see only lies
swamping the path ahead of me,
saying my goodbyes.
i can stay i'll stop
but i know it's just a lie.
i need my daily fix of blood,
or else i'll just die.
i can hide the cuts under my sleeves,
i can pray that you won't see.
the raised cuts that engulf my arms,
the bloody slits all over me.
i want to stop
i want this to end
the pain i inflict,
is it really my only friend?
