The bell sounds and with that they scatter.
all to their homes.
and practices in which they excel.
but me.
i go to my room.
and wait for the sun to go down.
leaving me with no hope.
or any way of true bliss.
just waiting for the sun to come up again
and going through the whole thing
day after day
its all the same
bell sounds
people scatter
i go to my room
and cry.
i cry for the departed
i cry for my family
i cry for my friends
but most of all
i cry for the cuts
i cry for the scars
in which Iive brought upon myself
i cry for the reasons
i do those cuts
and make those scars
i cry for the world
in which pain overwhelms us
i cry for the lives
of the people like me
alone
empty
depressed
and worst self confidence ever.
but nothing changes
and that is my life
one i hate to accept
but one i must
one i must live with
for the rest of it.
and cry
all my tears
for the world
and my past
present
and future.
