Alone Again

I’m alone again
Alone with my pain, my tears
No one understands, they don’t try
I’d talk, but no one listens
What would they do if they knew?
Would they, could they, even help me?

I wonder, but I don’t know
So I sit here, razor in hand
The pain – it hurts so bad
I’ve cried – cried til my head hurt
And it helps, but not for long
This does though – the razor blade

Pressing it to my skin – sharp
Look! watch the blood run
Red blood, its my blood
A bit at first, but then more
More cuts, more blood, down my leg
At first, just small straight lines

But, as the pain continues – his name
Then – my heart, shattered in pieces
More lines – my tears slow now
The pain is bearable – finally
So I’m done, I drop the blade
The last blood flows, then stops

The last tears drop, I am done
Quickly, clean it up – cover the cuts
What would they do if they knew?
What about him? I know. . .
He wouldn’t care – at all
So. . . I'm still alone. . . alone again.