Always sitting in the darkness,
little boy with a razor blade.
Cutting away his wrists,
cutting away his pain.
Bleeding out the hurt within,
so as to let the darkness in.
Stricken by a pain so deep,
little boy with a razor blade.
Looking for the 'friends' he'd had,
he could not see his mom or dad,
just the pain inside his head.
The greyish tint covered his world,
and stold his childish dreams,
little boy with a razor blade.
The tears he cried were soft and still,
he did so want to leave it all.
The apathy and depression,
toyed with his lingering emotions,
until he could take no more.
The night is quiet now,
the world can hear no more tears,
Little boy with a razor blade.
~LilacShade~1998
