Sitting all alone at night,
Staring at the moon,
Playing sad melodies,
And my heart following the tune,

When suddenly a person appeared,
And asked:
" Who exactly are you?"
My answer was just of three words,
I am Pain...

Music saves me everyday

It gives me the strength

It sends me away

It's length

I move and sway to the song

Thinking... *I belong

People look at me and call me all these names
Boys ******* use me and play all these games

I feel so alone, I can't take it anymore
I can't stand being called an ugly ******* *****

I go home and cry my eyes out
I don't know what to say, so I scream and shout

Walk into my room and open up a box
In there, are some treasures, and a few couple rocks

I dig a little deeper till I find what I'm looking for
It's the blade that wounds the thing deep inside my core

I take it out and stare at it for a while
I have so many reasons, they stretch out for a couple miles

I take my blade, walk to the bathroom, and lock the door
I look at myself in the mirror, and I am sure

What I am doing is of my own hand
These marks will leave their very own special brand

I hold the blade over my wrist
And when I bring it down, I feel pain and then bliss

The warm blood starts to trickle down
If anyone found out, they would do more than frown

I attack my wrist so vigorously
Scarring myself to **** the thing inside of me

Each and every time,  the feeling becomes addictive
For each cut becomes distinctive

This one is for the girl who told me I was full of crap
And this one is for the boy who called me fat

They didn't think I would take it to the heart
But actually, I am tearing myself apart

I do it once, twice, three dozen more times
I throw my ****** blade down and begin to cry

Why did I do this?
Even though I felt pain, I felt so much bliss

My troubles went away with each slice
The blood ran thicker down my arm, Jesus Christ

I start to sob and bury my head in my arms
When I look up, I feel the blood on my face, so warm

I get up and start to clean myself
I grab the towels that are on the shelf

After I see that there is no more blood
I go to my room and my emotions begin to flood

I lay in bed, hiding the scars buried deep in my wrist
I think about the hate, and my eyes begin to mist

The front door opens, and my mother come inside
She comes in my room, noticing that I have recently cried

She asks me what is wrong
I tell her in this world I don't belong

She sees my wrist and puts her hand up to her face
Oh, Allison, you belong here in this place

Please promise me you won't cut yourself ever again
One day you will hit a major vein

No one wants to lose you, your precious smile
The question is, do you want to stay with us for a little while?

Out of the noise of tired people working,
Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,
His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,
Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.

Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them,
Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes —
Men die by millions now, because God blunders,
Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.

I have known you,
Ever since that story,
But you don’t know me,
To you,
I’m invisible,

I watch out over you,
Every passing moment,
Making sure you're okay,
But you don’t see me,

I call out on you,
For you to listen,
To give you some words of care,
But you can’t hear me,

Whenever you need it,
Whenever you’re down,
I make you smile to kick that frown,
But you don’t feel me,

I've stared at you so many times,
Just watching you be happy,
While I’m crying here sadly,

But you're not aware,
Of me and of my pain,
Of my agony and discomfort,

And behind this pain,
Is a layer of suffer,
Of hurt and tenderness,

But,
Again,
You don't realize anything,

Cuz after all,
To you,
I’m just the weak heart..