• I no why people cut themselves
    Its not because of the things you see
    Or the dust on their "love story shelves"
    The truth lies under the shadiest tree

    In the dark, where no one looks
    Under rocks, leaves and dust
    The depressing truth lies in the crooks
    Their hearts live there, drained of all trust

    They were all broken, yet beating so light
    They were still bleeding, heavily, I might add
    When night comes, they are free of fright
    They fear the sun, yes, it is very sad

    The people that own them are the same way
    They are bleeding heavily, to sad to move on
    You may not see the blood, but you will someday
    The blood will come out, by cutting their skin 'til its gone

    You may petty them, or think they are strange
    But they are just letting the extra blood out
    Either if its made of pain, hurt or rage
    And they will recover, I do not doubt

    Bleeding
    Hurting
    Crying
    It all ends

    As laughter
    Love
    And kindness
    Begins