I have an urge to write
To lose the pain, give it away
But writing it down just don’t seems enough
It doesn’t help, the pain will stay
A bad idea came into my head
A plan to set the pain free
I want to write with my own blood
So the poems become a part of me
The words that describe my pain
The need to hurt too
But I cannot grab a knife
‘Cause I promised that to you