To kill pain with another kind of pain, this is the one thing I
know best. To bleed out the sorrow and kill the thoughts just for a
moment.
But then the pain, and sorrow and the thoughts come creeping back
in, slowly, like darkness they surround me. It leaves me empty
inside, empty and numb I give into the
blade.
Pain, pain, it’s here to stay.
And the thoughts, they demand to be heard, somedays I wake up and
I’m surprised I’m still alive.