the small pointy blade held to my skin once more 
what i thought had finally stopped had come knocking back on
my door
 and life seems like it was before 
the small rush i got upon 
re-stumbling on my old high 
my old way of life catching up on me 
as i hold my wrist tonight 
and just lie life is as it was then, 
but didnt i try? 
try to make a new start to stop the pain inside
 to no longer be that girl with the need to cut 
the one who had no need to hide 
to curl up within her lonely soul 
n wish to have died 
i thought i was no longer her
 that i had finally gone past that part 
i guess i was wrong cause im here with my old blade, 
back at the start and each cut i make, 
is one to my heart.