Strange Satisfaction

I've long known that I take perverse pleasure In seeing other people suffer from my ways of torture, But I never knew that I'd long to see my blood Flowing down my arm in a bright crimson flood. From this strange pleasure comes my kind of pride Though I know it's merely Depression's dark bride, Whenever I see my scars, I see strange bravery; Whenever I see my scars, I see invincibility. Yes, I'm aware that it's a strange satisfaction, That will most sooner or later lead to my destruction, But until I find someone who makes me unafraid, My support will always be in that sharp silver blade.