Through my tears,
and the blood,
lays within me someone
who cries to be loved,
the cries ignored
Tears stain my cheeks,
the knife is covered,
in crimson,from the marks upon my arms,
I feel helpless,lost,and worthless,
but no one seems to care
I've tuned out the worlds
hateful words,and scornful looks
carved away my life
with a jerk of the knife
Nothing left of me to really
see,nothing left to do except wait and bleed
