My recollection
pain taken out on myself
hatred for my own reflection
i sliced my wrists regardless of health
attempting to rid myself of the contamination
surrounded in pain i lost all to gain
i gazed at my arm a blank expression concealed my face
nothing inside of me i lost all my aim
i wanted to leave, dissapear without a trace
stinging wounds decorated my wrist for days
My torn flesh had to go unknown Dear God help me flee
The cuts needed to be there, to feel to see
But friends brought me back the saved my life
Returned the rest of me