When the knife touches my arm, it covers the pain.
The pain inside of me.
The pain, that is eating me up.
That is ruining my life.
Please take my hand, and then I will follow you.
When everything crumbles, when life feels like nothing.
When I'm here.
You don't see me.
My eyes are following you and your laughing friends.
Why don't you see.
It's eating me.