There is alot of pain in my heart
as I sit just sit here in the dark
I try to pour my heart out
but all I can think of is the need to cut,
because if I cut I will bleed
and the pain will be free
It will flow out of me like a steady stream
Even though self harm is frowned upon it helps
more than any pill or bottle it's the ultimate cure
but I'll sit here in this room, I won't move an inch
Until the urge passes me
I'll wait here, I won't even blink
I'll close my eyes and slip into the shadows
Listening to the time softly tic