Secret Cries

The pain stays with me,
And days go by slow,
I can already feel,
My heart grow cold,

I hate the pain,
That I'm feeling,
It wont leave,
Theres no way of healing,

I inflict wounds,
On my wrists,
No one knows,
These wounds exist,

I stare at the ceiling,
Images in my head,
I'm alive,
Yet I'm dead,

Things were so simple,
When i was a little kid,
No worries about,
What i said or did,

I don't know the reasons,
Why I'm hurting inside,
I've lost count of the sleepless nights,
Or how many times I've cried,