One more...

I'm pulling down my sleeves
To hide them and pretend
pretend I'm still okay
That the scars aren't there

I was getting better
or so I though, but now
Now I just feel empty again
And the blade, it proceeds
To taunt me every night

"Just one more time"
My pain cries out
wanting to be released
needing my arms to bleed

So many scars
so many memories
the pain continues to consume
consume my everything

My thoughts have been plagued
My heart is breaking
I feel more than dead
and there is no reason for me
to continue to breathe

Maybe, maybe making me bleed
could free me from the pain
maybe I'll be able to survive
just one more day with it done...