Scars on my wrists don’t ache;
They remind me I felt the pain.
Scars on my wrists don’t ache,
And sometimes I want to turn it all back.
Just sometimes.
I know I would scratch them again.
I know I would like these feelings.
I know I’ll fall in love with pain
The next time, like more times before.
This point of no return.
Nobody told me what’s good for me.
Nobody noticed what I felt that time.
Like a girl with mousy hair,
I was alone and thought it was gone.
I was naive, I know; I was too young
To realize I’m nothing for them.
Since my childhood, I have brought all my pain
In my heart, which often aches.
Scars on my wrists don’t ache,
Just remind me who I am now.
Scars on my wrists don’t ache.
But my soul aches, and it drives me crazy.