You see,
its not just me,
its common to the world,
hurt by this love, so called.

We walk around,
hurting,
in each step a burden,
a curse,
seeking some blessed relief,
finding only suffering,
we walk with knives in our hearts.

A generation,
all of whom have scars,
are being scarred,
inflicting the most horrific pain,
a generation with knives,
knives protruding from their hearts.


a generation without smiles,
with gloomy faces all around,
dreading each day,
each step, each task,
as we slowly gather more and more knives,
knives we keep in our heart,
because we're too busy to remove them,
or scared of the pain.

So we walk around with knives in our hearts,
it seems easier...
but this is insane.