 English poetry
Cut the Pain Out
I take this bottle, throw it down,
Glass now broken, hear the sound?
I take a piece of glass with me,
Walk away, and there you see,
I go to a corner, cut & bleed,
I pray to God, that I succeed,
Cut my wrists, Cut this vein,
Numb it all, no more pain,
You sit & wonder why I do,
This act of hurt, you never knew,
Well now that you see all glass,
Now You come to me & ask,
"Why?" you say, just whats wrong?
BECAUSE --- I never more belong,
I'm NOT like you, I'll never be,
Upon this glass, my pain is free |