I paint a picture,
With a twist,
With a razor,
Against my wrist.
You hear my pleads,
You see me cry,
I writhe in pain,
And you wonder why.
I made these scars,
So long ago,
I cry it out,
With tears of pain.
I've held it in,
Now i can't let go,
These words of sorrow,
Hidden deep inside.
