Go back

My open wound; cut deep
Weeping blood of hate
Falling out of the world
No one catch me; Its to late?

Ive suffered alive; hating
Took the sorrow that injects
Cried for little help
Accept the weak; Reject

I cut; So deep; So painful
Sometimes i see my soul
But the blade on my wrist
Pity take control

I weep just to escapre
Dreaming that i fade; away
So that i can return home; safe
And go back; to the good old days