Show Me Yours

Come young one
Come share with me your scars
Just flip up your sleeve
And we will agree
To share each and every one
Show me your scars
Your red puffy marks
Show me the lines
Show me the battles you have fought
And I will tell you mine
Show me the tears you have cried
Show me how many times
You have run to the safety
Of your razor, your knife, your blade
Tell me how many times you
Have made your blood spill
And I shall tell you my number
To the exact,
I promise,
I will
Tell me about what caused
You to bleed so
Your exact needs that you crave
So much pain for
Was it out of hate?
Out of love?
Out of vain?
Please do tell
I would ever so love to hear
But be quick about it
For we have not much time here
Soon they will be looking for us
To catch us for our crime
So please do sit
And lift up your sleeve
Tell me your needs
Why you crave so much pain
Do tell me yours
And I shall tell you mine