The darkness lends it's hand,
picking me up,
pushing me down,
I feel good for s second,
maybe two,
When it all goes red,
Dripping down my knee,
to the floor for me to see,
a puddle has formed,
a puddle mixed with blood and tears,
of hate and sorrow,
for the wish to disappear,
better clean it up before i open the bathroom door,
And reality hits when i pick up the cloth,
a dash in my leg,
how to hide it this time?
i wrap it up with my jeans on over,
time to go to school,
and watch people fucking me over,
But i glue on a smile,
that should last a while,
I have to look normal today,
or they'll think of me in a weird way.
But sometimes the falls fades,
and my real emotions come to play,
as i itch my thighs,
My thoughts are screaming inside,
just to be heard,
just to be seen,
But nothing comes out,
And i do not scream...
Then Darkness lends me it's hand
