There it goes it again,
the pain got out through my gut,
pulling them away from my body,
and then I feel numb,
everything is dead but my mind,
it still talks to me just as I want out,
away from this painful feeling!
I wanted to run but I couldn't
blood gushing out like water
As I could no longer feel wanted
What's the point of being good?
what is good the be a saint?
What is good in all that?