If you can no longer feel
What is really in your heart
Do you fret or worry
That; Your world is falling apart
When the scars on your wrist bleed
Do you feel any pain?
Does the sharpness of the blade.
Do you feel the edges pain?
Or are you so used to it
That the feelings is always there
When you cut so deep; Blood pours
Do you stop for a minute; and care?
And when the bloods stained your skin
Do you wash the redness away
Or do you cover it up
Hoping it will just fade away
That this is the only thing that pleases you
Or makes the depression disappear
Happiness is right in front of you
But the happiness; Is surrounded with fear
You know you have no way out
Because this pain is your life
You look upon the blade so sharp
Realizing happiness; Is a knife
