I can feel the beautiful, stinging pain
Like something foreign
It's not really hurting me
Though I see the blood welling up
Dripping down my arm
On to my tongue
Or just down, down...
But it doesn't really hurt me.
That's not what it is.
It's my own sweet dream,
Coming back to me,
My gentle love, holding me
In its stinging embrace.
Oh yes, it hurts
In its way
But I deserve that pain, don't you see?
No. I can see you don't.
The pain is everything to me
It holds me and shields me
The blood forming liquid armor for my heart
The pain taking my mind off my troubles
It's my addiction
I can hold off
But it burns me inside
It's my addiction
And I stopped for you
But I don't want to stop.
Not for myself, I'm not worth it.
The sweet pain,
So wonderful,
How it fills me with warmth
And then I feel better
But not for long
Seek out the cuts
And then it heals my soul
One scratch at a time.