Nobody really knows the pain, all they see is the fake smile on your face. Yet there's this darkness in you that doesn’t let you smile, that doesn’t let you speak up.
Your only friend is the darkness of you gloomy lifeless room, and the blade drawing the blood of pain.
Honey flush away the blade, your life is more then a dark room, it’s a meter that is beating with the image of a heart. You are alive for a reason! We all care for you.
I now know that the blade is not my friend, its more then an enemy. It the darkness trying to eat me alive. But this battle won be won until I’m left standing, and happy.
