A hole in her head and her hair on the table
Flesh under her nails and blood dying her fingers
Her thoughts are now known, for her brain is apparent
This self mutilation was not for attention

Her bad days at work became bad weeks in living
She needed relief from her everyday life
Her hand on her head as she pondered her sadness
She dug in her scalp and found gratification

She was her own sadist and was her own slave
Loving to injure and loving the pain
She dug through her skin until fingers were useless
So she gained assistance from sharp metal objects

A hole in her head and her hair on the table
Flesh under her nails and blood dying her fingers
Her thoughts are now known, for her brain is apparent
This self mutilation was not for attention

She dug even deeper as days became dismal
But never did see the destruction she caused
One day as she went to work somebody gasped
And said, "Oh, my God, you can see past her skull!"

A hole in her head and her hair on the table
Flesh under her nails and blood dying her fingers
Her thoughts are now known, for her brain is apparent
This self mutilation was not for attention

She was then admitted to a crazed asylum
Was forced to containment, and to wear a helmet
She would have just killed herself right there and then
If she wasn't illusioned by her medication

A hole in her head and her hair on the table
Flesh under her nails and blood dying her fingers
Her thoughts are now known, for her brain is apparent
This self mutilation was not for attention