I know all you scars.
I know where I cut you.
The why's and how fars.
I know what you suffered,
to make me feel good.
I know how I hurt you,
To release what I could.
The pain was intense.
You cut, and you bled.
But sometimes you failed,
And I wished I was dead.
The blood would flow freely
And so would the rage,
You did what was needed,
I'm free of my cage.
I know I fucked up,
And I'm sorry I hurt you.
But I needed to release it.
And I know you did too.
Kelly Wilson