I want to course another scar,
But there's something stopping me,
I want to have two written words,
That will set my soul free.
Why can't I put the blade to arm,
The pain inside, wants to be free,
Maybe my heart won't let me.
Why this blade, isn't a blade,
It's a sharp compass,
That hides with all my school things,
So that they will never see.
Why can't i place two written words,
To set my soul free,
Maybe i can find a way,
To run from all this pain.
Written on 8th April 2011
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