They wonder why I do this self Inflictated Pain,
It's more of my personal little Hell,
But who are they to judge Me,
They haven't felt this way Before.
The blade dances on my Skin,
Scarlet liquid leaking from my Wrist,
The guilt finally sinking In,
Telling me this is a horrible Sin.
Scarred is the body He Gave,
All because you couldn't Forget,
Forgive those words they Said.
