The heart grows old within the boy
The boy who used to love
The boy that used to think that everything would be alright
But within the young years of his life,
There were always ters and pain,
He was introduced to cutting,
He thought it would reduce the pain,
Everynight a fight would happen another tear to cut away,
As i look back on my life,
The life that i have made,
I see that i have mad mistakes,
Mistakes with cutting,
And the mistakes with what to do with pain,
Though it may reduce the pain in my heart and soul,
I wish that i could stop, stop this deadly sin,
But i have become addicted,
And every new cut that i make makes it hard to stop this everlasting sin.
