Lost Soul

 

Lost soul

Sitting in a corner all alone

Cuts on his wrist the scars not shown

Clothed in black bathes in sin

Hate and sadness filled within

 

Why did he turn out this way?

Too many reasons all the hate, all the pain

His mom does meth, and his dad on crack

Some things he wish he could take back

 

The pain he conflicts upon his wrist

Makes things easier like a clock that ticks

One day he says he’ll make them pay

But only himself he conflicts the pain.