Darling turn around and walk away for what you have seen
should never have lived
the beautiful rapid waves bring along shore’s all of the body's
I cut up and tore’ shredding my skin of a past pain like a disease
you should turn around now like a soft baby thrown into the lions den
I won’t be as nice
the more I slice like a wicked addiction of interventions my soul belongs to
I’m not going to stop scratching and cutting down into gult
I've had more relapses than times clean
I’m losing myself alive like a snake shedding its skin
how many demons can take up my mind i’m running out of room for sanity
though I would never ask for help I shall enjoy every bit of it