Scars Tell a Story

I pick up the blade. Tears fall from my eyes. I don't want to cut It's what I despise. I'm drunk as can get 'Cause all the pain they made. But I'm still hurting now It doesn't ever fade. That's the reason now I have this in my hand. About to cut myself Even though I hadn't planned. I've made one slash so far. I'm laying in my be. I hear my heart pound. My eyes are so red. I cut myself again As I think of this. The musics getting louder. This feeling I never miss. I cut myself once more And see the scars I have. I wish they'd go away. They tell a story that is sad. A story that is mine. That no one really knows. And no one ever will Not even when I go. ©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33