The pain I feel,
Hurts deep inside,
Twisting turning,
Slicing like a knife.
Ripping through me,
Back and forth,
Forth and back,
Tearing me apart,
From front to back.
Leaving no traces,
Of my heart to be found,
The only thing left,
Is my body on the ground.
Laying all alone,
Weak and weary,
Surrounded by a puddle,
Of my own blood and tears.
The pain so intense,
I can't help but cry,
Sometimes I wonder,
Why I'm still alive.
