A cut runs across my wrist,
Made from tears and pain,
The things i feel are unexplainable,
I have no way out but this,
A knife is the thing that cures me,
Cures me frome my tears,
Cures me from what has seemed to be a lifetime of tears,
Now after all these years,
I have no tears to shed,
THough i feel all the pain,
Instead of a tear,
I shed a stain,
A stain of blood from my wrist,
Is what takes away my pain.
