Looking down and seeing my wrist br All the scars that loop and twist br I realized that I didn't know who I was br Unless I had torrents of blood br Flowing from my wrists or arms br I realized then and there br That I had to stop and think br Instead of walking to the sink br And grabbing up my favorite knife br And taking another slice br That I would stop and think about these past years br And wonder how it ended here br I realized it never had been easy br Bouncing from boys, drugs and, drinking br All i wanted to do was cry br Screaming at my own self why br This feeling of hurt went down deep br But now I am overcoming br I am overcoming all of my grief.