This dangerous habit
Makes me feel less alone
I see a blade, I grab it
Good thing no one’s home
The cuts will sting
Blood will be shed
It’s a sickening thing
This war in my head
But the wounds will heal
With help from my dad
I know this is real
No need to be sad
My lover will worry
He doesn’t understand
His vision is blurry
As he takes my hand
I must stop for him
If not for myself
The way out is dim
My razor lay on a shelf
I’ve thrown it away
It’s time to recover
With hope no longer at bay
I’m ready to discover
The gift of true happiness
I don’t need this pain
I was at my emptiest
With nothing to gain
My scars might fade
But that’s okay
I’ve already payed
And this is a new day
