The only thing I have now,
The blades of all assortments,
Knives and scissors,
Razors too...
Used 'cause I wish I was more like you.
The metal slices through the pain,
The friends don't see these tools,
They don't know of the fun I have,
When I'm alone in my room.
They wouldn't understand this,
It stops me feeling torn,
Instead it swiftly cuts away the feelings that I've worn.
Now they're beginning to worry,
Yet not showing care,
All I feel in the atmosphere is resentment, thats not fair.
They put me through another day,
Of making me unseen.
I sit on the steps of loneliness,
To them silence is my screams.
I can't take this one more day,
Standing there unrealized,
But little do they know tomorrow,
They will be surprised.
Their little angel returns to home.
Painting a note across the wall,
All in crimson words.
Their golden angel falls.
"Goodbye forever, I loved you so. You loved me less, and it's time to go."
