Once again I write,
of a lonely broken pearl.
That use to be whole,
use to be a happy girl.

 I was never normal,
but I was always me.
Even when I cried so much,
that I couldn't see.

 I always knew that when it was over,
I would be alright.
But now I wonder if I ever will,
shine again with such a light.

 It's not the first time I've done this,
and I know it will not be the last.
This somewhat peaceful resistence,
to help forget the past.

 To drown out the sorrow,
to try and keep me sane.
To help me not remember,
the heartache and the pain.

 If only I could go back in time,
and says the things I never did.
To help me feel alive again,
and be more like a kid.

 But you cannot go back in time,
so I shall remain,
hurting, crying, and bleeding,
over a nver ending pain.

 A pain that swallows my existence,
and keeps me locked away.
A pain that haunts my nightmares,
and increases by the day.

 When will I be alright again,
so that I won't have to cry?
When wil I e whole,
and not wish to die?

 I do not see it clearly,
for this pain conceals its light.
I do not know for an instanc,
when once again I shall be alright.

 The only thing I know,
is that this pain is killing me,
and that until I find another way,
this blade shall set me free.