The blade brands my skin
As the tears burn my cheeks
And my head pounds more than I can breathe.
This isn't what you think it is.
It isn't a wish for my life to end,
this is a cry for help.
Maybe,
with this final scream left
I will get someone's attention.
Someone will see,
maybe even notice me,
maybe, just maybe,
someone will stay and comfort me!
The pain of life,
the stain of sin,
is the blood that drips
down these pail white bricks.
No one seems to have the strength
to remove even one brick.
To see if I need help
or to see if I'm hurting myself.
I'll scream one more time
To see if someone hears my cry
"I'm hurting myself, I'm hurting myself!"
But no one seemed to lift an eye.
