Ashamed and harassed
this guilt ridden indulgence
So many long sleeved shirts
covering me in false confidence
A way to cope when I can't cope
a relief so forbidden and wrong
A way to leave without going
when I'm just not that strong
For every pain that passes
these memories will follow
An addiction of which little is known
a thrill that makes me hollow
Like fire under my skin
an endless crimson flow
To end the panic, but leaves me
filled with sorrow
When only the cold steel can heal
and give me comfort in reverse
and all too late I realize
that I'm full of eternal scars
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