I'm not a stranger.

No, I am yours.

With crippled arms and tears that still drip sore.

A fragile flame aged is misery.

And when our hearts meet, I know you see.

I do not want to be afraid.

I do not want to die inside just to breathe in.

I'm tired of feeling so numb.

Relief exists I find it when, I am cut.

I may seem crazy or painfully shy.

And these scars wouldn't be so hidden.

If you would just look me in the eye.

I feel alone here and cold here.

Though I don't want to die.

But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside.

I do not want to be afraid.

I do no want to die inside just to breathe in.

I'm tired of feeling so numb.

Relief exists I find it when I am cut.

Pain.

I am not alone.

I am not alone.

I'm not a stranger.

No, I am yours.

With crippled anger and tears that still drip sore.

But I do not want to be afraid.

I do not want to die inside just to breathe in.

I'm tired of feeling so numb.

Relief exists I found it when I was cut.

~Kris534