When the reliable blade rips open my innocent skin
Whilst my startled eyes gape at the purple flesh within.
The monstrous voices commanding me that it\'s some sort of self discipline.
Just Do It
The admirable voices informing me that it\'s some sort of sin.
Just Quit It!
Insanely i miss witnessing the inner demons within me crying out for any form of support.
When I\'m in school, I\'m just afraid that someone stupid will glance at the scars and then report.
I know the demons knocking desperately against my fragile skin to break loose
Yet I carefully carve out my originality and habitually self abuse.
Don\'t worry about me, i admire the foul blood flowing down my skin
Some consider I\'m a gory lunatic, and all i do is pass them a grin.