Words I need to hear,
Things I want made clear...

I was a young lass,
When I first saw the creature...

Very few words to describe the pain,
Very few words...

I look at my wrists,
Making fists...

In the dark I stand,
With an empty hand...

Face to face you hid behind your fears,
But at home all you ever want is to be alone...

You hand me the knife,
Smile at me...

Cause of so much stress,
My words will make you a mess...

Unspoken words of sadness,
Float round my head...

Molten rivers,
That flow without direction...

The hand of losing,
Reaches out...

I watch as you walk,
Away from me...