Mine and Your Pain

My pain is inside,
it is something you can't put a side,
it is part of my life,
like a giant butcher's knife.

It starts small and grows,
as it grows you begin to know,
my pain as well,
it gets stronger and you can't tell.

People won't care,
they will only stare,
I can only help myself,
and you only help yourself.

Death is among you,
and you wish you would of flew,
into a dream of light,
and not of fright.

There is only pain,
as it rains,
also as I lay near the bay,
I can not say a word as I lay.

We only have one dream,
and it might give you a scream,
there is only one way to be free,
as you can see.

You look at the morning mist,
and cut you wrist,
you feel your skin rip,
and let the blood drip.

You look pale,
this is the end of the tale,
you look yourself in the eyes,
and you want to die.