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Here on my arm lies the marks that I made.
When I was so low I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs and chest
Are proof I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I am broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and trying to be free;
So I ask of you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing's not right,
A daily battle of good versus bad.
Im still alive and fighting sad;
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival,
I go through my hate and with self-rival.
When I was so low I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs and chest
Are proof I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I am broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and trying to be free;
So I ask of you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing's not right,
A daily battle of good versus bad.
Im still alive and fighting sad;
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival,
I go through my hate and with self-rival.