Never felt real pain before,
Never knew it was real,
Until the day I wanted to die,
It was nothing I wanted to feel.
First it was the emotional pain,
That always caught my eye.
The sadness, the emotional times,
All the times wanting to die,
But never doing a thing about it.
It was all emotional, and it was only thinking.
Then it was the physical,
Taking my suicide thoughts to the next level.
Using sharp things to make my arm bleed,
Was nothing new to me.
I felt like I was free,
Something I could control,
Until I was caught,
And thenâ?¦it was like total pain all over again.
Blood was like an addiction,
I liked the pain,
I liked to bleed,
And I loved to make people worry.
Why not make the people who hurt you,
Regret what they did in a harmful way?
Why not show the sadness,
Not through words,
But with cuts and scars.
Pain is what I am today,
Pain is what I feel.
Pain is what its going to beâ?¦
And from Painâ?¦Ill never be free.
