It really doesn’t matter
If I scratch, cut or burn
For what I do in the shadows
Is none of your concern
Cutting
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It really doesn’t matter
If I scratch, cut or burn
For what I do in the shadows
Is none of your concern
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 