Your Skin

Your Skin

So this is what they call self-harm:
I'm studying the scars that line your arms
And wondering what the hell could have been so bad
That it made you do this,
Picking up the scissor blade,
Concentrating on the patterns that you made,
Trying to build a memorial in your skin
To all the pain that burned within,
The desperate cry for help that can't be heard, or seen -
You hide your broken skin underneath long sleeves,
What the hell was God thinking
To make you so blind that you couldn't see
How great you are and how much you mean?

Since when was youth a crime?
I hate your friends, I wish you'd had mine -
They'd never have let this get so far.
Bullied by your father, bullied at school,
Surrounded by ignorance, a mind amongst fools,
No wonder they tried to bring you down -
Jealousy's the ugliest thing to have around.
And if only I could make it all go away,
Rewind the years, start again from the beginning,
If only I'd known you before now.
But there's no point in wasting time
On the past - and it's not mine
To apologise for - it's just an unforgiving, closing door,
It's different now; things have changed
I'm here and I'm here to stay
And everything is going to be okay.