The scars on my wrists
Show how I feel
I'm trapped inside
And time does not heal.
Week after week
I go on through this pain
The bleeding on my arms
Makes me feel lots of shame.
I try to stop
When I have the urge
The feeling to cut
Is like a big electric surge.
People say to stop
But I just can't seem to quit
My life isn't going well
If feels like shit.