The blade has kissed me,
It's pierced me so many times,
Sometimes it can be shocking,
To see a clean thigh.
The images of my once white skin,
Is now burned with the devil's sin,
The once snow white flesh,
Is now lined with brown and pink,
I've tainted what my mother gave me.
I jump at the sight of a sharpener,
My heart races and my skin burns red,
The thought of it kissing me,
Leaves me wishing I were dead.
They say that habits are hard to break,
But what should I do if I were to never wake?
A kiss too deep,
Puts me into my eternal sleep.
My family would mourn,
My lover to be torn,
But would they really miss me?
That is the answer I needn't learn.