"And your arm I noticed Has that still not healed?" "Has what still not healed? My wounds Or my head" The slits in my arm Where the blood poured out Along with my stress My hate And my fears. Or the hole in my head Where the good leaked out And all that was left Was betrayal And loss. The place in my head Where good cannot live That longs for the pain The tears And the blood. Where the wounds in my arm Seem right somehow, Where even though i dont want it I still need the pain. "The answer is neither They both are still there Forever leaving the scars And the pain'