The hole in your heart grows deeper each day,
for the pain is never driven away.
The black in your eyes grows wider and wider.
Their comments seem to grow snider and snider.
The ones that you loved are gone from your life,
frustrated they are by the pain of the knife.
The blade seems to gleam in the bright sunlight.
The blood that you draw is darker than night.
You find no relief but for pain you scream.
The blade of that knife with feel like a dream.