written in scars

three razors,two arms,one heart

now i have one for each part

i give the lord my soul to keep

i pray i don't awake from sleep

hiding wont solve the crimes I've done..

an internal battle i have not won

i lay my blade down,reach for my book

i wake the next morning,

my life he hasn't took

i reach for the windowpane,

my arm reacts to my broken souls shame.

there's markings on my arm, my nightmare is true

on my left arm,there's a carving of you





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