CRIMSON WELTS

How can I let you feel the pain?
The pain that I suffer inside
And how I try to push it away
And yet they come so often
There are no symbols of suffering
Than these reappearing marks
They are the silent listeners
To a story that died inside
Tears they leave no traces
They just come and disappear
But the pain that hides within
Seems to be so unbearable
Another slit another mark
I know what I do is wrong
But crimson seems to be the answer
The only witness to my pain
And every time I know the fault
The fault that lies within me
And I know only one way
To make this mistake alright
Another swipe another scar
But no one knows the truth
Crimson welts are the only way
I know to punish myself!