'Battle scars on my arm, I look at them in awe, I see a glimpse into the past, a time I thought I wouldn't last, I see myself within my scars, the truth the lies they are all me, if only it was then when you could see, a lake of fire was burning within, the red flames poured out through my skin, it was a lake of fire, to you it was blood, bleeding out from me, you treated as if I scraped my knee, if only you knew this blood came a knife, a knife that could take my life, I have the will, but I will be strong, and cut myself when all is wrong. …
