Judge them for what they are

These scrapes and marks, my scars

a special reason they're here

from a time when life itself, was more than i could bear

It's impossible for you to understand

why I chose to place a blade in my hand

Is it easier for you to sit there and pick me apart?

Rather than try to decipher the pains of my heart\

well it's easier for me too

to pick up the blade and tattoo my skin

rather than focus on what I keep bottled deep within

Judge them for what they are

These scrapes and marks...

My scars