Ferida

"I'm not a stranger, no I am yours

With crippled anger and tears that still drip sore

A fragile frame aged with misery and when our eyes meet I know you see

I do not want to be afraid

I do not want to die inside just to breathe in

I'm tired of feeling so numb

Relief exists I find it when I am cut

I may seem crazy or painfully shy and these scars wouldn't be so hidden if you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here though I don't want to die but the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside

Pain

I am not alone, I am not alone

I was cut."