It yearns to be used once more
Until my arms are sore
To draw the sweet crimson red
“I will heal you” it said
The cuts will soon start to burn
Your stomach will definitely churn
As you look at the scars on my arms
Your eyes will widen in alarm
As one thing goes wrong
The blades all dance to a song
As they dance they draw more lines
My once delicate skin worn
My heart forever torn.