Knife my fingers,Point them on me

Knife all my fingers,
Point them on me.
I will be the scapegoat,
Blame it on me.

Look into my eyes,
and tell me what you see,
inside is the pain,
the pain you gave to me.

But you dont believe the truth,
dont believe what you see.
Because everything is dead,
and what you see is me.

Maybe it is because of the death that i live,
or is it my sins,that i will never forgive.

Whatever the cause,
whatever my sins.
i know it is because of me,
buried deep within\'.

What is my purpose,
i think as im wandering about,
till im grabbing my hair,
and im tearing it out.

Totally blank is what my mind has become,
i take in the sunshine,
but hide from the sun.

Im Screaming out for help,
Because i have no other choice.
The darkness falls....
i cant hear my voice.

I look around,
everything is pitch black,
I listen to the gruzzling sound comin behind my back.

What i saw behind me....
was not new.
I knew what it was,
but i expected few.

It was my past..
Striking back , along with my sins.
Like a devil trapped in a young man's skin,
with resentment very,very deep within.

I gave in, asking for forgiveness,
to break me away from me.
I felt an adrenalin rush and knocked myself to my knees.

As i laid there,
wide open my eyes,
my whole life started to pass-me-by.

I could see the time when i was happy,
when i was sad.
when i was furious,
when i was mad,
all the cuts and the anguish and the pain that i beared...
but no one ever came upto me and shared.

But maybe no one ever saw the real thirst of my eyes,
Which had gone red with the pain of my demise.