I feel broken, like nothing works.
No emotion, or feeling, or hurt.I want to feel something for once.
So I resume making the cuts.I know I shouldn't, but I must
Pain is the only feeling I trust.I know it's real and not a lie
It let's me know I can still cry.When I feel happy it seem artificial
Like candy flavors that aren't real.I feel numb, like the tin man
Wishing and praying I might even feel sad.