Why does it hurt so bad
When it is not you who is hurting?
The marks upon others wrists
So deep and thin
The marks upon others wrists
Should be mine instead
For I do not want the people around me to suffer
No matter how badly I hate them
For those who have marked their wrists
I mark close to my heart
Red, fine, and scattered
For those who mark their bodies
I love you so
So I mark close to my heart
For the pain you are bearing has harmed me so
