I could be in a room of hundreds,
but I feel alone...

I cant stand this place or these people
they're fake...

I use to feel storms of anger
rushing threw my being...

Cut and cry
Then cut some more...

I wish i could rearrange my brain
make it normal...

I look into the sea of scars that lie upon my...
did i want this...

I\'m unfeeling
surprise...

Wow it\'s been so long since i felt normal
so long since i was felt right...

All I can see from where i stand,
A shrouded face inside my hands...

The cuts and scars on that arm are more than one...
a little girl torn up inside should never be that...

Oh why must i endure this pain?
such unfathomable sorrow...

Woeful deceit
soon will you keep each others company...