MemoriesItchy, itchyScratch the scab(But not too hard!)Don't want it to bleedThe scab fades(Good)ShortsTank topsOut of my drawerOn to my bodyHappilyScabs fading into memoriesAnd when they do,I can make more(Without the blade)Look in the mirrorScarred and starvedBut happy.(So you think you can stop?)I know I can.
I'm Fine. Really.I'm fine.Really.Can't you see that?There's nothing wrong.My razor blade is stained with red.My stomach has been empty for days.My wrists are scarred and cut.Sometimes I just want to die.So what?I'm fine.Haven't I told you yet?I'm fine.Bu then again, maybe I'm not fine.Maybe it's bad that I want to die.Maybe it's bad that my arms bleed so much.Maybe, just maybe, it's not okay.But you don't know that.You can't see my pain.After all, I just told you"I'm fine."
HopeLet those unwanted memories pass,And be positive and start anewForget the awful past,And look forward to where you're heading toLet us head towards the road of hope,With a thousand doves passing byIn a vast field of withered grass,Grows a sprout with utmost prideAs you mourn from a grave mistake,Let me tell you about the box of PandoraWhen you feel you are not worth a task,Remember that everyone has his flawNever let the tiniest of discouragesBecome a hindrance in your wayInstead of worrying and worrying,Be happy, be gay