mud_blood_and_tears aM i DiStUrBeD? Neat little cuts on delicate little knuckles, Placed on your hand by our mind. Seeking the thoughts of everyone here, Something best left behind. Neat little cuts on delicate little knuckles, The stream of your blood running strong. Out of your heart and into this world, Through the little marks, bold and long. Neat little cuts on delicate little knuckles, Each line digging nearer the truth, That no one here sees you: you never were there Each minute you are loosing your youth. Neat little cuts on delicate little knuckles, The pain and anguish you seek, Cannot be manufactured like anything else, Each cut making you helpless and weak. Neat little cuts on delicate little knuckles, No one can hear your cries for aid. Giving up hope as you cannot find your audience Words cutting deeper as the scars begin to fade. 050218 what's it to you? who go blather from