A cut, a scratch, another wound
to show that you're alive
a knife, a needle, something else
to make your blood run free
To ease your worries, salve your fears
you harm your very soul
your body pays the hefty price
to clear your troubled mind
How has it come to this
my dear and tortured girl
that the only way to feel alive
is to scar yourself for life?
You try to hide the risen marks
that desecrate your body
I've seen them all and wept aloud
for the person that was you
Not everyone leaves you behind
to struggle on alone
I'm here watching, saddened so much--
come I'll hold you up
Turn to me, let me help
to ease the internal torment
I'm here for you-- just turn around
my arms are open... waiting
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