Pain

A life so full of pain,
you could say it's filled with rain.
It's not rain though, you see,
it's drops so red and bloody.
When I cut with a knife,
it seems to end the strife.
Cutting calms the screaming within,
and sometimes I feel I win.
But still every beeded line,
is just another sign,
Of the pain trapped in me,
no one else seems to see.