I do it to be sane, I do it to dull the pain, I want to change. But I cannot seem to mend these broken veins. I do it feel pain, Even though pain, Makes me feel lame. I have tried to stop, Only to be told 'halt!' For you see, it's my mind, that cannot seem to unwind. I try to unravel these twisted chains, but it seems to be all in vain. Self-mutilation is not a game, but I continue to roll these dice. It never seems to matter, Knowing that every cut could be. My last.[/font][/font]