You live a hollow life,
As i take the knife...

People ask me why i cut myself,
I say so i can go to hell...

Here i lay at your feet,
While you look down at me...

How can i trust you,
when you do the things you do...

I make mistakes the pain runs deep,
I cut the flesh, I can not speak...

So alone in a room with nothing around me,
darkness fills the room...

Here it comes again raging, and building up inside...

The pain has over taken.
The shadows have not passed...