The feeling of the blade ripping my skin apart
Hiding the pain is so hard but it’s the only way.
The only thing that distracts me from that pain is the blood dripping down my arms
It’s almost like the tears steaming down my face.
You are the pain in my heart.
When I see you, my skin burns.
When I dream of you, I can taste your lips.
These things are the cause of all these scars.
However, you don’t want to accept the responsibility of these tears, these scars and this broken heart.