• Another cut, the blood rushing out.
    Every cut a scar. A scar on your body, and a scar on your soul.
    Just another scar, but so significant.
    The pain is drowned out by your hate.
    The hate you feel for yourself, and the world.
    By the fear you have.
    The fear of dying.
    Of eternal sleep, never disturbed.
    Never to wake again.
    But it's just another cut, blood rushing out.