cutting

Life is full of strife,
anger , dissapointment , backstabbers,
everywere you turn,
there is no safe place,
imprisioning your soul and mind,
nobody to hold you,
nobody to listen and coress your heart with care,
but to be left alone,
tortured by fate and abandoned by hope,
you cry you scream,
but you are never to be heard but only inside,
the ones you thought you had,
the ones you thought you loved and trusted,
suddenly peirce through the remains of your humble soul without a care or concern,
you go to the level of exhaustion inside as you strive to be the face of perfection,
but you are never quite good enough,
left with nobody to blame but yourself,
your poor mindset , like a lost child,
you turn to razor blades,
for they listen,
a rush of life and pain , sweet pain crawls up your spine and into your weak ignorent mind as the blade penetrates your flesh with what is deserved,
the blood runs down your arms,
your soul's tears , only to be judged by soceity,
fear and anguish fill your body,
but with every cut you know you are being heard,
every scar is your soul's sad song being sung and being free,
read the lyrics.