Words unsaid, glances unrecognized
the boy i used to know, maybe even love...

For Every misjudged cover
waiting to be discovered...

Drawing a blank
no words inside...

Alone
pooring rain...

Scattered with broken shards under worn feet
shadows of forgotten dreams and lost lives...

Empty faces
lonely places...

Sitting in your cold, dark basement
it's been three days I think to myself...

Her heart and soul are numb
terrified of what she's become...

Crazy, scared, confused, angry; pain
dark insanity...

Screaming eyes
crying out for help...

This was written about two weeks after i wrote...
I told you i would stop...

I cut so i can feel
i feel to know it's real...