I just cant seem to explain
This aggravation budding within
I crave the urge to engrave
My anguish into my skin
With the razor blade found in my wallet
The one I use each time
But yet I resist this desire
Try to substitute it with a rhyme
I stare at the slashes upon my wrists
I long to resolve what my problem may be
However I cant seem to do this
For my dilemmas all on me
For I cant control my drive
In which conspires me to do so
Which leaves me feeling miserable
At an all time low
My family prefers my friends
Would rather them then me
But everyone disagrees with this
No one else can seem to see
I always express my anger
And my sorrow
About how I resent life
Dread the thought of tomorrow
I never verbalize pleasure
Or how happy that I am
Its always that I’m miserable
And my blades my only friend
But I refuse to express emotion
In which I do not feel
Only pain and agony
In a way to help me heal
