I don't care, no more...

Too many scars
Too many to count
Represent my wars
That no one cared about
They show my pain
They give real evidence
They give the real me away
They're here when I don't make sense
They're here to show me my hate
Botteled deep down inside
They read of nothing but pain
Made from what keeps me alive
Blood drips from my arm
Trickles to finger tips
Didn't mean to alarm
Just wanted all out of this
So as I lie here alone
Blood pooling about me
Now just leave me to bleed
And I'll leave you to consume
Whatever's left of my soul...

Orchidée noire