Once I lost you … I lost me
by Kayla
(Canada)
Yes, I've been mutilating myself; why do you care?
Maybe you caused it; all those times you weren't there.
I'll show you the scars; only since they're your fault.
Then maybe, just maybe I won't feel locked in a vault.
Somebody you will know the pain I go through.
Some one will understand why I withdrew.
Once you're gone though it's done, I recede back.
I just watch as you go, as you go rejoin the pack.
I'll sit there for awhile, still and quiet.
Then my cool is set loose and all is a riot.
The razor comes out and blood covers my skin.
So much comes from those cuts so thin.