They don't know the real me
I have found something that would make me free
They have moulded me into a cold dark statue
That forever remains, and forever pains
They have made me unbreakable and cold
That stands alone in the dark corner of the world

To try and cure the pain of being alone
I cut my arms and legs hoping it would leave
Leave my body as the red stuff flows down the drain
Hoping the outer pain will cure the inner pain
A while later the wounds dry up and heal
But the wounds inside continue to bleed within me
The blood cascades morosely through my sombre spirit

This is the side of me that cannot be cured
Forever I will be scorned, rejected and confined to isolation
Forever I will remain in the dark corner
Wet black hair, dark empty eyes, staring at the world
A torrent of tears rains through endless nights
Trying to wash away the pain

Forever I cry out, longing to be heard, longing for acceptance,
longing for love
But there is little hope, temporary love and tight hearts, no avail
I sit there in the corner looking for solutions
I only see darkness, hardness and sharp things and lots of pain
In the portal of the corner is a doorway to a darker world
A world where death becomes your only best friend

What would happen, when I cut deeper into the arms
That the red stuff flows like the red sea
Will I be free, free from the never ending pain?
Will I fly above the clouds? Will I walk through walls?
Will I be able to travel the world without transport?
Will I still always be forever alone?