the tears come out showing you my pain pain of gulit and sadness withering the knife into my skin burninging my hands into the soil of graditude wondering if im going to be ok wondering what the out come is gonna be like just sitting here lifeless soundless the voices in my head keep telling me it was my fault and it wasent i want to be free but how can i ever be free knowing no one is perfect but expecting people to be is only lifes truest beautys