A pauper begs
a rich man dies
animals tell the truth
but people speak lies
there isn't a way
to escape the pain
tears fall down
fall like rain
there isn't a way
to erase the sin
no way to fill
this hole in
cold blade
upon the arm
emotions melted
by the harm
skin welts up
and starts to bleed
of the warnings
they did not heed
the cuts all burn
and sometimes stings
but they forget
the awful things
watch the blood
run down the arm
an only escape
this self-inflicted harm
all the pain centered
on the gashes
but no more tears
fall from eyelashes
some people aren't
meant to live
death is the only
gift you can give