Self-Harm

I hurt myself it's an addiction (Addiction)

I always spit at my reflection (Reflection)

Cover the scars from what I've done to my arms

I have a little problem with self-harm

Here comes the pain, an end to my strife

As I drain the blood, I laugh at the site

I laugh at the thought of you missing me

I can't wait to make myself history

I once had good times, now I repeat

This undying need to no longer breathe

I wake up each day, go back to sleep