Pain's for the Weak

    The faces pass by
  The voices speak, just a murmmur.
    The pain
  Just won't fade away.

    Why do I cry and
  noone sees to hear me?

   I've made everything
     Black, Cold, and Broken.
   I'm scared to love again,
     my hearts broken and withered.


     Why do I cut myself
    and noone seems concerned?

     Why can't pain be ticklish
    instead of pricklish?
     Faces, Faces, Faces...
    Go The Fuck Away!!!

   You've crossed the line,
     You don't understand
      my morals,
       my reasoning.

      Why do I die inside
        and noone seems to see it?
      Why do I have so much
        Pain, Suffering, and Weakness?

   I didn't push you away,
    I just didn't want to cry on your shoulder.
   I didn't tell you no,
    I said no... was demanding.

      Why do I sit alone and
        hear voices and
      everyone else
        seems to be normal?

   Pain never falls away.
     I'm broken.
   Happiness gets broken and
    happiness means hiding.

      Why do the voices
        have to haunt me?
      Why can't they
        jus leave me the fuck alone?!

 I don't care who your friends are,
    just as long as you're mine.
 You've learned my secrets and
    now you're going to tell them as well.

   I don't mind
     if you hate me,
    just stop watching
       as they break me.

            Pain is for the Weak.
              I am weak and withered
               Weak is broken, and
                 Broken means hiding in the shadows.