The pain you've caused still grows.
I thought I could trust you
With my world I held so secret.
Maybe the knife should go deeper,
Let out all the anger and confusion.
The world is up against me,
As I stand alone under the tree.
The weeping willow I can run to.
Another cut. This one deeper than before.
Hurting ever so much more
Maybe if I die, someone will cry.
But I'm alone in a world of fools,
Who will never know my pain.
Next time the slash will be to the wrist
And my writings will come to a bitter end.
