Is it really that hard to draw just,
One little tear on my own behalf.
Do I not have any pity with my own condition?
Is it all just one big hateful laugh?
Am I really that screwed up inside,
I haven’t learn to cry for my own pain.
Someone please teach me how,
Or else there’s just another scar to gain.
If only life was that easy for me,
Wonder if I could content with tears,
Instead of my beloved tools to erase the pain.
I could get better and forget all my fears.
I often wonder if you are a little
Afraid of asking me what my reason is,
To hurt myself in such a sinful way.
Don’t be, I’ll promise to answer you this.
My way is not the best I know,
I do it to get rid of a pain so deep,
And I know no other escape from it,
Because I wasn’t built to weep.
There are so many questions to be answered,
And I only know very few.
I’m sorry it’s not what you want to hear,
I don’t know myself, I haven’t got a clue!
Please comment on what you think - I will always return the favor.
