Trickle, trickle, down the lane
Cutting my skin, they think I'm insane…

Cutting deep to hide the lies,
I cut myself, but not to die…

Burning, searing, glorious pain…
Cutting myself keeps me sane.

Slicing, dicing, cutting skin,
Slicing only 'till blood flows thin…

Bleeding, scarring, watching the blade,
Scarring my skin, watching light fade…

Daylight fades while darkness heightens…
While my wounds shine proud, to the world it frightens…

Sirens sound, a speedy trail
To the emergency room as I grow pale…

Waking to lights and alcohol smells,
I miscalculated a cut as far as I can tell…

Glaring and staring at my bloody arm,
Screaming inside, needing to harm…

Screaming, moving, twisting about
Crying inside, ready to shout…

Doctors barking, holding me down
A nice long needle makes me fall to the ground…

Wake up later in another room
Fearing the worst of my impended doom…

People talking, lots of sound.
Enough Group Therapy to go around…

My turn comes, I sit and smile,
I say nothing and now beguile…

Secret world and secret weapons
Secret hide-out and sharpened weapons…
What they don't know won't kill them yet.
I'll be out soon….is that a bet?

What a perfect web of lies I weave…
Told you that I soon would leave…

Smiles and waving, while I skip home,
This time I am not alone…

Sitting in my room alone,
Fingering the sharpened blade I left at home…

Trickle, trickle, down the lane,
I take my blade and begin again…..