Walking through the world, smiling and laughing,having fun with my friends, And then I say so long. Into my room I go, then the tears fall... taking out the only thing thats helped me through these days, I sit there and feel the emotional pain, like a storm-cloud drenching me in its rain, I cut myself and feel relief, feel happy for once in so long. But even though I cut myself till the crimson blood flows down onto my jeans, I cant help but think about life, and what it means. Why are we here? To be hurt to feel loved? Oh why I ask, the man up above. Please I must know the answer to my pain, before I have enough and go insane. Lose and cut too deep. Then, I wont need it, because I'll be underground. Six-feet.