Blades pass through the skin,
the pain it seems so pointless,
like a fly in temptation's web,
struggling seems so worthless.
Blood rushes down your arm,
it leaks from wrist to wrist,
the pain you crave is back again,
with the scars youve oh so missed.
your blade it lies,
in your motionless hand,
your tears they are dried,
like the dryest of sand.
at school the next day,
people wonder what is wrong,
but he shakes his head and smiles and says,
"nothing, just singing my song"
but he knows whats wrong,
and so does the girl of his dreams,
she snatched his heart and crushed it,
and ripped it at the seams...
