Self Harm

I went upon a journey, where the animals were small

I took with me a hammer just to prove that I was tall

I came across a preacher

Who just looked at me with eyes that could not see

And in his dying breath he spat at me and called me anarchy

Now you are leaving... now you are walking out on me

You are believing... your life is better without me

Hey brother razor blade... I need you once again

I run mu finger down your edge to see if I feel pain

Pretty pictures on my arms...

Picture of the days when I was young...

But the pictures are just scars... The only thing thats ever real

Now you are leaving... you are walking out on me

Just like the others... you think you're better without me

I self harm

Now I am cutting... I feel the ripping in my flesh

Now I am bleeding... I am satisfied I am content...

I go to sleep