She cuts herself for punishment,
that's been cast upon her heart.
Her soul desires betterment,
but don't know where to start.
She walks asleep in words of his,
while crying inside out.
She bares her all for what he gives
screaming silently in shouts.
All along the road she walks,
there's not a sign to read.
Lost among the fears that run,
she cuts herself to bleed.
To drain the pain within herself,
that no one else can see.
She knows that she's the only one,
with painful scars and marks.
She cuts herself for betterment,
to bleed her painful heart...

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

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