It's been 3 months you see,
From how my life used to be.
I was left in the dark,
With only a broken heart.
I gave into the voices inside my head,
Lying here as my broken heart bled.
Tears of black,
My greatest attack.
3 months since my trip,
Down memory lane in a slip.
Just a few should be a fix,
Nothing more then a couple nics.
I was wrong,
The nics turned long.
My skin was raw,
And blood was drawn.
My scars ache at the thought,
Of the battle I fought.
Once again,
A razor and my skin.
Relapse is a curse,
Everytime it gets worse.
I've struggled since the age of 12,
With this razor filled hell.
A blood thirsty monster in my head,
Lives for the day I dread.
3 months clean,
Longer we shall see.
