let me,

I cry a lonely cry I die a lonely death and i still have many things to regret I bleed lonely blood and the pain has just begun I laugh a lonely laugh I talk a lonely talk I pray a lonely prayer and ask a lonely stranger; 'when will the pain go away? ' as I gash a lonely blade across my arm and faintly walk away let me go. . . . . . let me alone. . . . . . .

walking alone is the best way for me. . .

I'm  sorry for being harsh to you,
thanks for every single thing.