1-15-03

Evolve

My wrist of pain,
Proof I’m not quite sane.
Hidden scars never shown,
Memories seeping into my bones.
I remember the day’s attempt,
Which secretly I don’t repent.
Liberation with a cause,
Rejecting all of your God’s laws.
I wouldn’t do that if he were true.
My flesh wouldn’t be scarred if it wasn’t for you.
That was when I couldn’t cry.
The days when I needed to die.
As days go by slowly I get well,
And stumble from my cutting hell.