It always starts out small
An itch on the surface of my skin
Then a deeper sinking feeling within
So I scratch and I tug at my skin
What's left faint red marks paint a path
But that's only the beginning so I keep digging
By now I thirst to see at last drops of crimson I once saw in my past
And like always it starts off as nothing at all
Until small drops aren't enough
And I lose myself once again
Life's a game far to tough for me to win
All because I had to scratch my skin
But right now I just stare at my arm
Far to familiar burn causes no alarm
But I know in the morning when again I wake
I'll feel bad and berate myself this latest mistake
So long since I've found myself here
The result of an impossible year
Did it start when Mom asked again for more cash
When once again life kicked me in the ass
Or is it something even more small that restarted the cycle that ended it all
