I know not how to express my pain
Because I am bound to the smiles and facades

So I walk the green mile to the bathroom
and stare into my decay
feeling all reality fade away

I pick up my razor blade and slash deep into my arm

I feel all my pain seep out and run down my arm
As my hate and anguish well up and disappear
The worthlessness of my life becomes distinct

I smile sickly pleasure because I have been punished
for being alive
Now I can face the day

Alas, my blood smeared angel
No one must ever know