The cuts on your arms
you say its just self harm...

She stays in her room all day
no one comes up to see if shes okay...

Locked up in that dingy, dingy room
her one space ,one space of doom...

I found it hard to tell
but they caught me when i fell...

Let us search for this meaning
That same one that gives us feeling...

I see my broken face
i think what a waste...

No one understands the pain
no one understands the shame...

Tell me a story a story of anguish and puerile...
do anything anything,put your hands in my fate...

I will love you today
although im not sure about tomorrow...

Look at me
look into my eyes...

If i could id turn the clock
so you`ll never see...

My dearest sister of pain
i never knew this feeling until i read them again...