Feeling the Devil stroke my hair,
Seeing my heart sink into despair...

Do you remember me father?
All of the beatings and yelling made me who i am...

Into the darkness i would wait,
The pain i'm baring is just to great...

You say i'm safe here in my room,
When all i am is alone and confused...

I'm writing this poem for a signal of help,
Or maybe I'm writing it to re-assure myself...

I cut my flesh today,
I cut my flesh tonight...

The chick you see,
With the plastic smiles and the so called...

Three inches away,
Three inches to escape the pain...

Today i mite get killed,
Today i mite get saved...

A thousand needles piercing my heart,
Tears sliding down my checks...

I wish someone could understand,
And every night he or she could hold my hand...

I just want to die,
I just want to scream and cry...