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I cry for help,
Tell you to look with in.
I let it all out,
no longer hiding my life of sin.

I tell you I'm hurt,
tell you I cant stop the pain.
I have thoughts about everything,
I cant stop my brain.

So you reach out your hand,
And I grab it in fear.
I think you understand,
as though you can hear.

Then I'm to find,
you know not what to do.
For I can see a different fear,
The fear that is with you.

Your fear of losing me,
your fear for me life.
I watch your fear flash,
all I can think of is the knife.

How deep must I dig it,
to take it all away?
How long must I make it,
to enter a better day?

These are my thought,
the one's I'm told not to think.
These are my feelings,
the one's I'm told to shrink.

So when will you tell me,
all knowing one?
When whell you tell me,
how to controlle either one?

Tell me how to make them stop,
make them the other way.
Stop telling me not to cry,
tell me how to do it.

All they say is I can controlle it,
why can I not find the working ways?
Not only to stop the Knife,
but to stop the harmful thoughts that number my few days.