Its been so long
Since I last cut me,
That I can hold my arms
And not feel scars.
I can hold my elbows
And not feel scars.
I can hold my shoulders
And not feel scars.
I can hold my hips
And not feel scars.
But I hold my soul,
And I still feel scars.
I hasn't been long enough
Since I last cut me,
That I look at my arms
And still see lines.
I look at my elbows
And still see lines.
I look at my shoulders
And still see lines.
I look at my hips
And still see lines.
But I look at a blade,
And I don't see lines.
23/12/14
(I have reached the day of my last record. This time a few months ago I gave in to myself...)