I'm locked in, in these bars,
With all these scars;
But its home to me,
For what has come to be;
Questions are inside my mind,
Which are now on overdrive;
These questions will never be answered;
Which makes it easier for me to fear;
My friends.. Wonder whats wrong,
I tell them about my pity,
Then say" its okay my dear, it will all be over soon",
But to her its the same as telling her they want her dead
She cuts deep,
With that blade in her hand,
Its all she ever had ,
The one she relies on most,
So I rely on my problems to this little thing,
Just so you could carry on with your life,
While I'm stuck in this ever lasting past that my mind created;
