Two memories of pain
two marks that will remain
two scars for all my life
two reminders of my strife
One of hell
from a past in which I dwell
One of life
for why I used the knife
All eternity I shall remember
those two nights of surrender
giving in to the feel
when I just couldn't deal
And all I need is another day
another night and I just may
Completion is a terrible thing
something only death may bring.

A bridge of life and hell
wouldn't it be swell?

A slice right down my wrist
what a cliche twist
and they will remember me
for what it is they see
engraved upon my arm
self-inflicted harm.
what an interesting name
one that imparts shame
Blaming me for the problems that occurred
blaming me for their visions obscured.
Two memories in my head
everytime I lay down for bed.