You feel the voice's in the back of your head.
Stop counting sheep because your already dead.
I taste the anger in your eye's.
To be normal is a sacrifice.
I cant see what Ive become
But I can see it inside you
You cant see what you created
Dont try to hide the truth.
I touch what you feel
I am who you are
Can you see the many faces
Can you touch the scars
To you, I am who you are
Can you see the many faces
Can you touch the scars.
The scars, The scars
Have you ever touched the bottom of hell?
Can you tell me if your soul's for sale.
Smash your face in the bottom less pit.
Ignore the pain just slit your wrist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem