Do you feel bonded?
A victim to your fate?
This life has you so imprisoned
In the things you hate.
The blocks you put up
To keep things out,
Have you jailed,
and now your trapped,
With no way out.
If you were in pain
Who now would know?
Without the cuts on you arms
With the scars to show?
Why do you do this to yourself?
Is this your way out?
Why do we hurt ourselves
When we're really mad at someone else?
Does it scare you?
To know there's nothing left?
There's no one left.
To hold on to
With every last regret.
thats just how i feel.