It's an addiction, the need will grow,
to tear your self open and watch it all flow,
You think this will help get you though the day,
But my dear one it's just not the way,
You think by slicing open your skin,
Will help you bleed out the demons within,
But now your legs hurting and your wrist is sore,
your losing this battle but you won't lose the war,
You're shaper than razors and stronger than knifes,
Let this pain strengthen you and you can save lives,
Come back to reality come back to life,
Burn the razors and throw away the knife,
You are so strong so beautifully brave, ignore the voices you're not their slave,
Roll up your sleeves let your skin bare,
Let them all look let them all stair,
They are all stories paved on your skin,
Stand up tall you beat your demons within...
Chin up beautiful your crown is slipping.
