Alone in the wood
With nothing but tears
So many noises
They bring out my fears
The happy mask is gone
Now I can be sad
No one can see me
Because that is bad
My wrist is bleeding
Or it was any way
For what I do
There is a price to pay
I am hurting myself
Not a form of art
For every cut that bleeds
It strains my heart
All my friends are gone
So far, far away
I've made my bed
And they left me to lay
The cuts hurt
And it begins to rain
It may wash away the blood
But never the pain
Ruth