Listening To The Voices In Her Head 
Memorising All The Things They Said 
All The Arguments And Fights 
Crimson Drops On The Tip Of Her Knife 

Living In A World Where No One Cares 
Lonely In Her World Too Hard To Bare 
Carving Hate Into Her Skin 
To Relieve The Pain She Feels Within 

All The Power Placed Within The Knife 
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life 
When She Has No Reason To Survive 
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life 

Driven By The Need She Feels Inside 
Covering The Scars She Wants To Hide 
Her Addiction To Self Harm 
Retracing Healing Wounds On Her Arm 

Gently Playing With The Silver Blade 
Carving Till The Pain Begins To Fade 
How Can She Settle For Less 
Smiling When The Sharp Blade Meets The Flesh 

All The Power Placed Within The Knife 
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life 
When She Has No Reason To Survive 
She Will Never Pass The Test Of Life


©Praga Khan