Here I am, once again
Sitting in the corner, drenched in pain

I see black, a tint of red
You would call it 'blood' instead

Heavy breaths, no one to see
All these broken pieces, I hide underneath

Tis' my world, no Sun to rise
Darkness all around -is not a surprise

People come -only to leave
Like the leaf, falling from a tree

There is hope, yet there is not
"No one cares" is what I was taught

Cunning demon, taking me in
Tells me, "Slitting is not a sin."

So I linger, and here I'ld stay
Why head for the hills anyway?