Crimson lines
Subtle signs
Let the knife kiss
“I deserve this”
Silver tip cuts into flesh
Stinging, bleeding wounds are fresh
Make sure to draw out the pain
As you look into the rain
Ruby drops fall to the floor
Just make sure to close the door
Most people would slit their arm
But they’ll know that you self harm
So, instead, you cut your thigh
Not caring if you live or die
Every night, another slice
Every night, you roll the dice
On the carpet, blood leaves stains
A little less flows through your veins
Your anger shows up on your skin
And you don’t care if it’s a sin
You know you deserve the pain
Though they might think that you’re insane
They ask what you could have to gain
It’s that or stand and face a train
