Dancing with the rain
Letting the water fall
Wash away all the pain and tears
With the purity of rain fall

Dancing with the rain
Never alone
Since the rain is there
Disguising your tears

Dancing with the rain
Drenching your clothes
The water holding on
Its embrace calming and comforting

Dancing with the rain
Only sometimes you can
When its gone, you are alone
Until the rain comes again

Hate, hate, hate.
That's all you feel as you cut away the pain,
you don't listen to your brain,
only watching the blood trickling our of you skin.
You know you'll never win
the game against life
as long as there is a knife.

Isn't it ironic?
That to end pain I cause it
and no one knows since I don't fit
the stereotype description.
Maybe I should get a prescription,
,but only the metal is calming
,but only the blood is warming
,but the only thing that can subsidize the pain in life
is the knife.