I'm sitting here with this knife in 
my hand
As the cold blade goes across my skin
It brings back so many memories

I don't know if I should cut right
Over my vein or beside it
I try to think of which one will make 
Me bleed more

Pressure and a slow pull movement is 
all I need
The deeper the blade goes in th better
it feels

My arm is full of scarlet lines now
I threw the red tipped knife across the
room

I'm sitting on the floor holding my arm
tight
Watching as my blood pours out onto the 
floor in front of me

These scars are going to stay forever
They're like tattoos but with better stories
behind them

They show all of the things that have went 
wrong in my life
All the things I've been through and had to 
deal with on my own

People say my cuts are a sign of weakness
While I say my cuts are a sign of hurt and pain

They say it's a cry for attention
I say it's a cry for help