A failure at life, I yearn for the knife. Inflicting pain on purpose. No one can make me surface. Desire to bleed. My insanity needs to feed. Not a soul knows of this, they all just seem to miss. To cry a sea of tears where there are no family or peers. This fatal addiction, just causes so much friction. I hate this curse I can't show, never to let anyone know. Yet it's sad you see, no one can see my injury. Even in plain sight, eyes only see my glare with fright It's always the quiet ones they say. Oh how right they are, with MY blood I shall pay. My deep hated secret is out, now I must leave to shout.