My world a raging torment
the blinding pain smothers my sanity
I hold the knife , cold against soft skin
a moments wait ,then the sharp scream of pain
Blood and steel mix ,and I wonder what I've gained
These things have grown. my insecurites and fears
I think of her, I need no knife to bleed my tears
Another scar I've made , the token of a fool
And I think for all this time , she used me as her tool
I dont go round slashing my wrists all the time ...just to clarify things