• You see your wrists.

    So so clean

    Find yourself with a razor

    Shinning in the light

    Thinking of why are doing this

    Of why you feel like you have to do this.

    As the razor cuts deep

    the blood begins to bleed in with the tears.

    Wishing the pain would go away

    But the pain keeps coming.

    The night has past

    You cover up the scars that have given you pain.

    But you know the ones in your heart are too deep to cover.

    A simple cut can make the pain go away.

    But the scar will aways be there.

    Your wishing you could go back to the days where everyone stared at you face not your wrists.

    Wishing that you could have just found another way to get over the pain