Torn Soul

Tender flesh and childhood dreams,
Bloody tears and silent screams.
Who i am is who you made me.
I wonder if it's to late to save me?

Held together by the scars,
I feel like I'm locked behind bars.
I scream, i cry but no one hears me.
I bleed, i die but no one sees me.

Torn soul and black bruised skin,
Fierce blue eyes, an evil grin.
Memories i wont soon forget,
continue replaying like a cassette.

How much longer must i suffer?
They say that this will only make me tougher.
But i am weak inside and out.
I'm tired, empty and worn out.

I undergo nothing but pain.
I fear i truly am insane.
I'm damaged permanently and can't abstain,
From slashing down across my vein.

I want to bleed, i don't want to cry.
i don't want to feel- i want to die.