I beat a wound into myself,
which adorns my body.
I sprinkle it gently with salt,*1
to make it more beautiful.
I continue to my vein.
I open my skin very gently.*1
I savor the kiss of the blade,*1
which makes me a man.
I hang myself on thin wires.
I begged myself to do it.
I'm sorry for myself, so sorry.*2
I'm sorry for myself, so sorry.
I'm not afraid of the Bogeyman,
because I can always kill myself on my own.
I must
I must hurt myself again.
I'm sorry for myself, so sorry.
I must hurt myself again,
because only pain heals me.
I love my scar,
in all it's glory.
A lovely souvenir,
I've made myself.
I bite on my tongue,
and l suffer without a sound.
I draw the old knife,*1
once again through my skin.
But when I see myself in the mirror,
it so pains my small heart.
There is still room on my skin.
I will do again what I dread.*1
I must
I must hurt myself again.
I'm sorry for myself, so sorry.
I must hurt myself again,
because only pain remains for me.
I must
I must hurt myself again.
I'm sorry for myself.
I must
I must hurt myself again.
I'm sorry for myself.
I must hurt myself again,
because only pain remains for me.