Pain, #127

And your life is going down the drain.

Then you can tell me all about pain.

Now I wish I had a gun.

And then I would need a bullet.

Carve my name on the side and I’m done.

Its game over I’m going to quit.

Even I think that I am on the run.

From a past that I won’t admit.

The darkness in my life turned out the sun.

And I stumble around in a life no longer lit.

Today I started to carve a thirteen in my arm.

And I didn’t feel a thing it didn’t hurt.

If that raises any alarm.

I will put your face in the dirt.

You can’t feel all that I call harm.

Your life I will divert.

With all but my charm.

I think you should stay alert.

So tell me all about pain.

While I bleed and cry in the rain.

When its so mental its physical and insane.

Just wait until pain gets to your brain.

The headaches won’t ever be the same.

When all your attempts to smile are in vain.

And your life is going down the drain.

Then you can tell me all about pain.

I want you to know I am a dead man.

And emotion doesn’t want to show.

I try so hard but can’t really give a damn.

You should never have to know.

What it’s like to lose a life plan.

Maybe it’s time you just go.

Forever I will wish I had ran.

And not have faded long ago.

I see things when I do not want to look.

There is no such thing as good.

My own life I almost took.

When I talk I am never understood.

I have written so many sad poems I made a book.

If no one will cry when I take my life I would.

The world wasn’t shaking but my life shook.

I would leave without a trace if I could.

So tell me all about pain.

While I bleed and cry in the rain.

When its so mental its physical and insane.

Just wait until pain gets to your brain.

The headaches won’t ever be the same.

When all your attempts to smile are in vain.

And your life is going down the drain.

Then you can tell me all about pain.

So tell me all about pain.

While I bleed and cry in the rain.

When its so mental its physical and insane.

Just wait until pain gets to your brain.

The headaches won’t ever be the same.

When all your attempts to smile are in vain.

And your life is going down the drain.

Then you can tell me all about pain.