The knife falls and cuts
blood flows and drips
pain arrives in amounts
but it feels kinda nice

scars comes and stays
depression alone obeys
thoughts so dark and cold
memories stands untold

for no one really seems to care
no one has the strengh to bare

a room so black and gray
sharp things wants to play
the walls are still covered
dryed up tears are discovered

drawn paper all over the floor
Wrinkled together, so torn
written with words so horrible
if those are true the world is terrible