Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I am so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realise I am in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.
You would never know it,
The constant pain I feel,
Because in the light of day
It almost isn't real.
Sure, I'll play, I'll laugh,
I'll sing some songs,
But that pain is always lurking
Because it's been here all along.
And when the darkness comes
With its all-consuming power,
It slowly takes my soul
Hour by hour.
But they tell me that I'm strong enough.
They swear that it gets better.
They say, "If you can just hold out
and bear this stormy weather."
They tell me, "You will be happy one day.
All you need to do is fight."
But what they seem to forget
Is after each day comes the night.
And so I act along.
I play my part
While this crushing darkness
Slowly breaks my heart.
