All my cuts are healed,
My scars are slowly fading,
I'm finally leaving the battlefield,
And the dull world I was facing.
Every day is a brand new step,
Leaving my past behind,
Thinking it would be easy;nothing could prep,
Me for the difficulties I might find.
Everyday I live with this war,
Going on inside my head,
One half says "be pure you don't want to end up dead"
I want to listen to that side,
But the other half's always there,
Saying 'it'd be easier if you died,
no-one would even care'.
It affects my daily life,
It's messing with my head,
While you see a knife,
I see something to cut myself with instead.
You see broken glass,
I see a blade,
That's why it's not as easy as,
Keeping away from where all the knives stay.
Sometimes it all becomes too much,
And the dark side wins,
I let the blade touch,
The vulnerable part of my skin,
I was so close to stopping,
But I'll throw that all away,
I know I skould be dropping,
The thing that causes me pain.
Too late,it's too late,
I've already marked my vein,
I'll have to remeber this date,
So I can try and start again,
They say it's part of recovery,
But still I feel like I've failed,
What on earth is happening to me?
I should have known I would have bailed,
Relapse what have you done to me?
Why would you ruin my streak?
Relapse you are my enemy;
You show that I'm too weak.
