Have you ever shed a tear?
Have you ever lost some blood?
Have you ever felt a fear,
That led you to a flood?
Forever in your skin,
Was a mark so paper thin.
Scaring the thoughts of suicide,
Crying for help, or a place to hide.
Dripping down your wrist,
What makes your feelings shift?
A blade as smooth as butter,
Isn't this like any other?
How long did it take for a seeing eye?
Did you finally blossom, no longer shy?
Stuck in a cacoon so dreadfully dark,
No air to breath, you couldn't feed a spark.
But fire did rise, it was the fire inside.
Flames that roar, ever so high.
Your hands craved metal that had a fine tooth,
So i