If self harm is for attention,
then why the scars we conceal...

Speak not to me of hope and light,
For both these are gone...

Dear Father
For as long as I can remember...

The black rain is falling,
Destroying all in its path...

Feeling nothing
Not knowing what is real...

Of all the people in my life
Three shall never be forgot...

The thundering footsteps
Roll to-wards the room...