The scars will not disappear from my skin:
They're the price I pay to atone for my sin.
A constant reminder of my hideous deed
When they brought to me answers for my self-loathing need.
I did this to me, to sharpen my sorrow,
To add to my agony, to eradicate tomorrow.
The people all see, and for that I'm ashamed.
They don't understand; of course I am blamed.
I thought my pain was too much for one soul to bear,
But I would be missed so much for not being there.
So I'm sorry my loves, my family, my friends.
It was so selfish of me to want it to end.