"For
it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my
lips you kissed, but my soul."
Beautiful Scar
Slide the blade along my arm,
Remember who I used to be.
Know the hate I have become,
I am never really free.
Blood drip down from the blade,
Just as red as before.
Pumped by a broken heart,
Afraid to love once more.
Touch my lips to the bleeding cut,
A taste of my cold life.
Manifest my insane mind,
Discover it with a knife.
Try to make the cut deep enough
To kill away the pain.
Hurt myself bad enough
To cover up the stain.