The Cure

I have a pain,
So deep inside.
Tears run down my face like rain,
and to no one can i confide.

I slip out at night,
To get my pain reliever.
Its orange, sharp and gives me just the right bite.
Its my incurable fever.

A run across my wrist,
then a few beads of blood fall,
down the hand you just kissed.
After saying if i didn't stop i would loose it all.

To you i can not explain
You just wouldn't understand.
Its my own cure to the pain.