THE ARMS OF SCARS
You see scares and I see memories of all the times I was left alone
you see long selves and I see protection from the outside world who doesn't take the time to understand
you see blood and I see tears from my skin that screams from every cut I lay upon my arm because life decided to hurt me
you think I have a problem and I see myself crying at the thought of people knowing the real me
as its so easy to cover it all up
wishing I had nothing to hide
You tell me to stop but I created a relationship with a razer who was there when you weren't
you tell me things will get better but i soon run out of skin as i continue to remind myself that it's not
I think the razer becomes me because the thought of stopping
makes me miss the pain as if it was something keeping me alive
You feel sorry for me but all i can say is that I'm fine with a smile hopping you would walk away
like everything else in my life trying to find a exit when I'm trying to find a entrance to myself
you'll quick to save me but then take forever to take the time to be there
my emotions become heavy as i cut deeper seeing the muscle of my arm
like it's supposes to set me free from depression as i seat in it waiting for
someone to have the strength to get me out or do I want to get out
i become confused as i reach for anything that will take my mind off everyday bullshit
spinning out of control in the hands of the devil because he was the one who welcomed me with open arms
i send pictures showing my scares wanting sympathy
someone to love me with the destruction i made about myself because no one guided me
only me guided myself
in a world that is eating me up alive
you see a row of cuts of all sizes and i see myself cutting each and everyone of them
i see myself hurting myself as i rip my delicate
skin on a sharp razer of hell
as the razer rust from my tears of desperate
you see me cutting myself and i see the last thing i have to reach for
then a grave