Borders [In English]

She’s locked in her bedroom

Cutting herself with a little knife.

Her wrists now bleed the transparent blood of innocence.

She never cries. In her tears we found her pure essence.

When she cuts herself, she forgets – the dirty and the disease.

Medicine doesn’t work anymore. She doesn’t care.

She rather hurts herself than expose her fragile existence.

She is that girl that is always hidden by some shadow.

Even in light. Especially in light.

She’s not sick or looking for attention. She’s desperate.

When the pain inside her soul is about to explode

Then, the blessed blade speaks.

The holy ritual seems so exceptionally near to death this time.

Scars are nothing compared to her live spirit.

The body’s still breathing. She’s always alive.

That routine is just a grey secret to never grow up.

Like a sad dance, the cold metal opens her young flesh

She felt the bittersweet taste of the darkest glory.

“Someday”, the dreamer speaks to herself, “someday I’ll be brave”

“And I’ll cut this filthy vein out. Then I’ll be complete.”