.:{Pain}:.

It happens everyday
So many are in pain.
Everyone just sits and watches
No one has any personal gain.

Kids cut their wrists
In their heads they know its wrong.
But they do it all the time
And the lists are getting long.

One day they'll cut too deep
And they'll lay there and die.
There will then be a funeral
Where the parents will cry.

Adults will wonder why
But there's not much you can say.
No one will ever go off and tell
So no one will get betrayed.

Everyone has their reasons
For doing what they do.
I do what I want
And you know you do too.

So as you sit and cut
I'll sit and my heart will ache.
There's nothing you can do.
As you watch my body shake.

Others begin to gossip -
"Oh, she's cut herself again"
I'll say "No I didn't...
All it was is pen..."

As the 'ink'
Runs in that long red river.
People will stand and watch
And everyone will shiver.

No one will understand
The things others do.
But then you'll go back to life
And the group you call your crew.