Sew Your Wounds.

I'm trained in the field
of self-afflicted harm
my pain never heals
these scars line my arm
My arms are covered
in salty, wet tears
that I cannot
Make this message clear

It's so difficult to live this life
because this life's so full of strife
strife and regret
regret and love
love and anger
make up the above

This blade is so special
it comforts me
so now you can see
that way that I be
I'll teach you how
to do it, too
But you must vow
never to sew your wounds

You take the blade
and slide it through
all the while
thoughts will rush, too.

After once
you do it again
deeper this time
put more strength in
you'll feel a pain
you'll understand
what is happening
cut again.

After that,
you'll clean your mess
but be afraid
you cut your wrist.

The first time is scary
painful, it's true.
but the real pleasure lies
in the liquid that's strewn

If you're so miserable
you don't even know
take that blade again
even deeper you'll go

Shove it in
get it lost
make the blood spurt
make the breaths stop.
You'll never know.
How much deeper
can you go?

When you're done
you'll feel at peace
Those few seconds
are the true relief
you'll be dead
but don't be afraid
don't worry your head
you won't ever feel a thing.