Here I lie-Inside myself-N
o one hears-My cries for help-
I grab the knife-And swear to die-In the black-I start to cry-
The cuts have healed-But blood still drips-
The anger's gone-But pain exists-I
will not heal-Though I won't whine-All the choices-Made were mine-
My eye's look down-I see no light-Although I lose-Still I fight-
Now here I lay-Wondering why-
I let all path's-Of joy pass by
