I look at my arm
I see the scars
Relive the memories

Always a reminder of the bad days
Never a stitch for happiness...
Why can't the days pass without a hitch?

I see the scars
I feel the pain
I smell my fear

As again I make a new tear
And then I wonder
Across the street or up the road?

This shiny sliver of silver tickles,
I touch it to my skin so lightly
I press a little harder
Look, there's color!

I move the blade across my arm,
Up and Down
Left to Right
Any way it will move

I become dizzy with the scent of blood
Close my eyes and fall
Forever into the dark.