His arm bleeds,
as he cries non stop,
he watches his arm,
bleed through to his top,
he endures the pain,
as he's dying inside,
he can't take the life,
in which he hides,
he needs to speak,
to be head out aloud,
but no one will listen,
they just laugh at him now,
he sits everyday,
in his bedroom cutting,
this one was too deep,
he's decaying into nothing,
as the pain,
evolves into more,
he sits now screaming,
looking at the floor,
wondering what happened,
why it came to this,
sitting on the floor,
missing eternal bliss.
