A note from what was my heart.

Tell me how it feels when you lose,
because it feels numb to me.
I do nothing but smile,
over these suppressed memories.

Manic, insane!
People call me these names!
Just because I hold my heart.
Just because I hold my pain.

Do I cry? No! I'm a man.
Only alone do I show my pain.
When young on my wrist,
I lost my blades, now I'm insane.

Don't let these fools,
tell you to hold in inside,
or you'll end up like me,
or you won't be able to cry.

Please, cry! Use your tears!
Use your heart and let it feel!
Don't let it die!
Don't let it die!
Let it bloom!
Let your feelings fly!