It's not pain I fear,
It's the healing, that I do.
It's not the wounds I fear,
But the scars rooted through
It's not the bleeding I fear,
I'd rather bleed than remain,
In shreds of myself,
All my hope gone in vein
So cut me if you may,
I mind not the pain,
I fear the scars after,
And the memories that remain
So what am I really?
Strong or rather weak?
I may withstand the pain,
But not the healing I seek
So I'd rather you cut me,
Again and again,
But dare you not leave me,
To heal alone, out in this pouring rain
