To vocalize
What the mind is deprived of
There's no pointing fingers
When they're already clenched
Around a throat
Self-worth, a touchy subject
Use a scalpel
Observe the bloody bones
Engraved in shame
Study the brain
And spread like a virus
There's no trusting in others
If you don't trust yourself
Keep the lemons unsqueezed
The wounds are still open
One's begging for the dark
Another is searching for a light
What's the point of living
If you're not actually living