The blood falls like tears
and no one knows why.
these cuts on my wrist
are the reason i do not cry.
the pain inside
i try to hold in
its a fight i've lost
and i am doomed to lose again.
The call out for help
is met by cries, good and bad,
but friends seem to abandon,
when i do not carry a grin.
Darkness is falling
this is the final fight
i can not wait for the stars
on a night like tonight.
