I stand alone, my soul stripped bare.

I stand alone, my soul stripped bare,
I walk alone, and I don't know where,
I weep alone, with nobody there,
I cut alone, knowing no one will care.

I live in pain, waiting to be hurt,
I watch in pain, as I'm kicked down in the dirt.
I bleed in pain, as you leave blood on my shirt,
I shriek in pain, and the tears start to spurt.

I try my best, to keep myself from going mad.
I do my best, to never be bad,
I smile my best, and say I'm not sad,
I pretend my best, and say I am glad.

I scream out loud, but nobody does hear,
I wail out loud, as I'm overcome with fear,
I howl out loud, and shed another tear,
I cry out loud, for my death is coming near.

I need the blade, to get the pain out my head,
So I grab the blade, my heart is full of dread,
I take the blade, and cut until I see red,
And the blade slips from my fingers, for now I am dead.