He would never hurt another
he used to say
but just cause you can’t find the knife
doesn’t mean you can hide the pain
and some things can be one and the same
some scars are unseen
those are the ones that make him feel unclean
what vile things did you say to yourself?
a daily rip of old healed wounds
a collector of scabs hides a forbidden truth
then he looks in the mirror with temporary promises to never hurt you
when do you find the real between his lies?
how could he possibly sleep at night?
but he promises he will never give up the fight
not as long as he wakes up with another try
Cause he just can’t bear watching his girlfriend cry
and that’s what he told her after he hit her “the last time”