Lying in my bed,
Secretly drowning in the sorrows,
That never leave my head.

Keeping it all in,
all these sorrows,
They shine through with red rimmed eyes.
And criss-crossed wrists.

When i do so,
A little more of me dies..
A little more inside.

Emanating from me,
is a pain far greater than any piercing of the knife.
Far greater than the taking of a life.


I cannot help you understand,
How hard it is for me,
To make my stand,
In this chaotic land.

My pain,
I know it's just a part of your game.
I know why you do this,
And it hurts worse than the scars on my wrist.

Of everything you lack,
My least favorite is your heart.
I wish it could have been there
From the start.