I cut my flesh, not that I want to die
it seems useless but I want to feel alive
fear of loneliness inside my head
drops of blood on the floor
don't matter any longer
pain is my a friend to relay on
night approaches, no desire to sleep
thoughts are crowed and loud people
morning come quickly I'm tired
close eyes and everything is fine
beautiful world, and no pain exist
that'smy wish of better life
