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Triggering (SI) - Skin Game - a poem
I have a secret in my life, a dedicated cure
it guides me through the darkness and the life I must endure
so faithful in the misery, in every love and dark
a touch so cold and on my skin you leave another mark
The blade is what makes me sick but helps me to stay sane
a kiss of steel that sets me free but adds up to the pain
for every pain, for each mistake my answer is to bleed
the bloodshed is my love so dear with open arms I greet
I bleed because I am alive, I bleed because I feel
another wound fades to a scar, attempt myself to heal
I cut and bleed because it is the only way I know
Whoever leaves me in my life the blades will never go
I cut because I want to die, I bleed to feed my heart
just slash away in hope that I will soon be torn apart
I kill myself with every cut and let myself bleed dry
My blood is compensation for the tears I cannot cry
I hate myself beyond my death, I cut myself away
I drag the blade along my skin with every dream I slay
Rip up old wounds all while I slice myself into a mess
the pain from self inflicted harm will make me all the less
I am the freak of nature with scars instead of skin
a faceless fighter on my knees from wars I cannot win
I fight myself, I hate myself because I'm always wrong
I bleed to show my weakness in another loveless song
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