Sometimes I burn myself
Just so see how much it swells...

I never believed in angels
The ones in the fairy tales...

Hasn't there ever been a moment
When you just wanted to be free...

Sometimes
I wish that all the fear was gone...

Blood- The liquid of life
But the what happens if this goes missing...

In the middle of the night,
Comes squeals of torture...

I stand silenced,
A witness to a suicide...