The tears threaten to fall

Far away voices I hear them call

"Stop... No..."

I've hit a new low

The blade in my hand

One place to go

Home

The blade digs in

Peirces my skin

A tearful smile

In denile

The harm is good

Matches my mood

The blood flows

One place to go

Home

The pain I feel

Is part of the deal

Of life

So I grab onto the knife

The cuts sear

Relief is near

My heart knows

One place to go

Home

The blade is my home