The pain I have inside me,
awakins every sad moment I had.
Nothing for me to see,
but everything that made me mad.
Darkest hour of the day,
when I draw closer to hurt and pain.
A voice inside faint, but I hear what it has to say,
cutting for me is the only thing sain.
Blood drips from my skin,
while I sit and cry.
Wondering how life could have been,
if only I was to die.
A tear awakes me from this place,
to see what my life turned out to be.
Looking at the pain on my face,
I know who I am, just me.
