One art deals with many forms of loss in my life...
This is the Art of losing... It isn't hard to...
The blade of hope,
the blade of pain...
It's kind of hard to describe what it's like.
So I need you to imagine something...
Fill me up with your hatred
Inject me with your poison...
I trusted you
But you're just the same...
I'll be in sorrow tomorrow,
With me myself and I...
I always break down crying
I hardly have happiness...
No one hears.
no one hears my screams of sorrow...
I don't cut to kill myself
I cut to live...
Mistreated, abused
Sick of feeling used...
Here I am
with my knife in my hand...
I can't take it anymore
faking being happy...