There is not a tear that falls
Nor a blade that slashes.
No numbness I feel
From nights spent alone:
No numbness
Yet no feeling.
There is a smile again
Upon my glowing face:
A smile
Yet so fake.
The is a breath of life
That is coming back.
A hope for love?
A hope
Yet a fear.
There are hateful remarks that stab my heart:
THE TEARS ARE BACK
MY SKIN IS SLASHED
THE FEELING OF HATE
NO SMILE I SEE
NO BREATH OF LIFE
NO HOPE FOR LOVE.
