...The scars on my arms
is not a mark of insanity
but a mark against my
battle called life...

Cut me deep...
cut me more...
cut me till i lie
dead on the floor...

Behing eyery smile,
every laugh...
lies a broken soul,
screaming to be heard...
hoping to be seen...

Shhhh.... listen....
here the church bell tolls
my funeral has just begun...