You stare out the window, alone, no where to go,
The pain etched in your heart is more than they can know,
The memories flooding back, telling them, could you take that risk?
The only comfort you can find is through slowly slitting your wrist.
The jeering voices inside your head, only darken this abyss.
The blood is freely flowing, but the pain you cannot feel,
&nb sp; Is it in your head, or is it really....real?
I express myself through poetry, so yeah. That's basically me. And i don't want some loser saying "oh, your SOOOO emo" becase yeah i am, but it is for a reason, and one you'll never know...
