Oh clumsy rainbow of my skin,
You dare make mockery of me.
Let me see the scars of my youth,
And see fresh those of infamy.
You show me their wrists,
Those of Hope and Self Worth.
I say give them a knife and time,
They will sort out the bloody work.
So tell me oh mister,
Why would you show me their wrists?
Those of my friends,
Whom those I care for endlessly.
Let's be frank here,
My time would be ended,
People require me breathing,
To keep their lives from ending.
So show me once more,
My friends cut up thighs.
My eyes will water like streams,
As I hold their body as it is alive.
No more cuts my darlings,
Please keep your bodies clean.
If I find another sign,
Than my body again I will reap.