Do the scars on my wrists prove I'm insane?
Self inflected wounds cover my body
My misery is expressed on my arms
So many scars for so many different reasons
When my anger is trapped inside of me
I release it along with my blood
The scars are the reminders of the troubles I've had
They'll be there forever as long as I remember them
So much time has passed since I last experienced it
The pain is building up higher and higher
Soon there will be no place for it to go
Then it will be drained through my cuts
Anger and pain mixed with my blood
I don't care how violently I release it
I can't feel anything when I get rid of it
I just pray that I won't go to far
Until that day I will keep scarring myself