will i always be alone,
with no one to hold,
losing the best things in my life,
the only answer to my dream is this knife,
because im alone, my soul grows cold,
afraid of the light of day,
because of the things people might say,
if they see these scars,
why does life have to be so hard,
why do i always have to be compared to some one else,
cant i just be my self,
i lay here alone in the dark as usaul,
why does ever one want me to be casual,
i cut my self again,
im every thing the worlds against,
so they push me in the corner,
and im alone again,
will i always be alone,
with only my self to hold?