I can't explain the pain I feel.
The Hell of the nightmares,has become so real.
I hide Myself Inside My Room.
The sadness takes over,
I become numb to you.
But with that shiny blade,
That i hold in my hand.
I make my move,
And take my stand.
Lying alone among shattered glass.
Pain pours down.
It\'s all happening so fast.
A Swirl of colors,
as I close my eyes.
My secret shame and veins,
Collide.
Dragging that knife,
Across my skin.
Pushing in deeper,
there's a release of pain within.
I drop the knife, and fall to the floor.
Finally Free.
No hurt anymore.
