Pain is anything for me
Since I dreamt myself hanging
I've been depressed for months
It's only been lesser months since I wanted to cut.
I read/heard a line from the "Bell Jar"
Now I want to feel fire
The pain that was brought upon me
is like a razor cutting through my heart,
not soul
My soul cut my heart, telling it
I should stop my feet will on the floor
For years,
I've pulled my hair
I've cut my wrists
I've wanted to die...
Funny thing is, my soul and heart die
Then I was born,
to be in happiness misery
While drowning in humanly once again
I'm happy
