The razorblade cuts, for a moment you feel
Like you have found the end
Like you are close to something so real.
You think it will not ever mend.
Blood is covered by the bandaid
It soons starts to heal slowly
You feel trapped inside this cage
No one understands lonely.
Scars are left after the blood dries
Still you're left with the tears
Yet, No one hears the screaming cries.
You've pleaded for so many years.
When the scars are gone, you are left
With nothing to do but cry
The memories are forever kept
With those, you wish to die.
You get the razorblade and slice again
...
When will this pain end?