Broken

I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human, I cut to see the pain relinquish inside, I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe. A slash here and a slash there, What happened in the past? A slash here and there, Soon the memories don't last. Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges keeps a bloody smile, no more weep. Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges And I don't care if I go to deep. One scar closer to a never ending dream, I don't care if I go to deep.