Sometimes I don't feel anything but the anger inside,
there is something I try to hide
It is something that many do not understand
It is hard to hide, but can not be suppressed
Instead of crying or talking,
I use my blood as my tears,
the blood as my words and the scars and markings as my sentence
My wrist is my canvas, the razor is my brush, my pain is my muse
and my life is my fuse.
This is my Art.