I dont understand
Why im like this...

The silent dreams
the way i feel...

Some people may ask,
Why I do this task...

Screaming down the streets
i ran away from my fears...

With a knife in my hand and a shield on my arm,
I'm constantly fighting against self harm...

When the light goes off
And everything goes dark...

Another argument
Yet again...

First I saw a tiny mark
Which soon became a scrath...

As i cut i feel no pain
the world around me starts to fade...

The blood drips down
Staining the water...

Legs are Red
Arms are Blue...