Pain

Secretive darkness what do we bring,a lonely child walking alone.

Tired and cold with no were to go and nothing but the memory's of a fearfully sole.

Time and time she screamed again nothing to help her make it go.
GLIDING THE BLADE AGAINST HER SKIN NOTHING ELSE TO HELP HER PAIN WITHIN.

Rushes off blood then enter her head,a buzz from the pain each drop that she shed,all off this for someone to care doesn't matter who just needs someone to be there.
Evil ways and a brutal life no one to talk to but a rusty old knife oh if only you knew how much pain your brought,you sick f**kin c**t i hate your sort.