I'm better than before

I don't know what I am feeling again

Inside and out, I feel pain

My head is aching, my back is aching

and my chest, it is hurting...

everything is hurting ...

but when I only get to notice it

I am holding a pencil and making lines again

I am holding a pen and writing letters again ... 

and my eyes, my eyes we're bleeding ... 

the difference of who I am today,

I am not holding a blade anymore,

to cut my feelings out, in my flesh and feel the sore...

I guess, I am not that crazy like before ...