A Tiny Look Inside

ALONE

by ~Mushi-No-Iki

No one can see the pain that we hide,
They're happy for us to keep it inside,
Our fear is our own; they don't want to know,
Why should we involve them; why should it show.

You live your whole life in confusion and fear,
The need to feel something unbearably near,
Half of you living, Half of you gone,
And inside you know what your doing is wrong.

The thing's that can help, the thing's that may heal,
Are the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel,
The destruction of skin means the death of your soul,
But there's nowhere to run when your living alone.

Curious  how the words of another can describe so many. We all feel alone at times but how many of  us truly move on? Does the feeling of pain truly provide us with comfort.. I'll admit at times I am curious about this concept and have experimented. I see why it is such a strong pull on so many. A break from the same feeling that you feel everyday. It is a sickness that consumes one's mind and body, the craving for steel against ones flesh. Then when I think about it am I really feeling anything different? It truly is just another form of pain that is similar to the pain of loneliness but only in a physical nature. Perhaps this is just a call for attention and a need for someone to see that there are those of us who need and desire help but do not know how to express it? All I know is I do not want to go back to that darkness of blood and tears that are of my own creation. .