Engraved

Sweet slashes of self pity scorned on my skin
A flow of scars, telling stories of their own

A few minutes locked in a bathroom
With nothing but the comfort of my cruellest friend

Hours spent crying, trying to hide my mistakes
Though its too late now, they're engraved in

Glancing down at my blood streaked wrists
Why have I done this? The pain still lives

I catch my reflection in a worn out mirror
Seeing myself for what I've become

Nothing to smile about¦
Nothing to be proud of¦