Working It Out

That first time just to feel the pain
A release of the stress and strain
So many scars but I’m not vain
My heart needed to bleed
Each time I said never again
As thoughts came back to feed
Another day my arms are red
And my heart wishes to be dead
But things not done and things unsaid
I will not die this way
Deeper cuts ease my soul instead
Will this pain leave today?
Through the darkest times, I have come
A path I chose to walk alone
With no place I could call my home
And there I faced my fears
To cut no more, all that is done
Instead I cry my tears


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