Can the wounds of the soul be healed , Does the pain you cause come with a cure . Do my words mean nothing ? Can you even hear , Does anyone listen to what I say ? Why is it that when I talk everyone looks away ? I speak the truth Yet you all lie. I try over and over again All you'll ever be is a fake friend I love life But hate the world, So many delight in my pain, No wonder I think of slashing a vein, Suicide is for the weak But my strength slowly fades. I'm looking for my big break Not a fools pathetic escape, I'll try again tomorrow, And probably the day after that. But I'll never survive this on my own, I need someone to hold my hand Someone to help me through this crap.