Pen on paper,
Blade on skin.
All their asking for,
Is a way to deal,
With the pain,
With the suffering.
Black on white,
Red on tan.
These ways of dealing,
Is a way to remove,
The pain,
The suffering.
Hides behing happiness,
Hides behind emotionless.
Their ways of dealing,
Is not the same.
Their pain,
Their suffering,
Is the only thing,
That remains the same.