Paper Cut Eyes

Pain

Pain

Emotions clawing at your insides,

one sticky, bloody, mess.

You just can't seem to decide

why they won't allow you rest.

I can't help but feel so alone,

utterly hopeless with no place to go.

Pressing anger, excruciating pain.

Tired and beat down with nothing to gain.

How can life be so pointlessly cold,

the way of the world,

I have been told.

How I wish to just end all this pain,

all of this suffering is surely in vain.

Why can't I just be easygoing and carefree

Be like the whole world expects me to be.