The knife in my hand
The blood dripping to the floor
I can't help myself
It helps the pain.

Blood running down my hand
Dripping, dripping, dripping
On the floor
You can't remove the pain
Not even with the single scar
Of being sane.

The knife in my hand
The blood dripping on the floor
I can't help myself
It helps the pain.

Can't capture the happiness you have
Can't hang on to the love you gave me
Can't hold the single bit of cherishment
Can't help the blood dripping from my lifeless wrist.

The knife in my hand
The blood dripping on the floor
I can't help myself
It helps the pain.

You can't remove the pain
Not even with the single scar
Of being sane.
© Samantha VanEpps 2004

 
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