Paper Cuts

These paper cuts don't hurt now,

A slight slit over my numb skin,

And the red thing trying to flow out so soon.

This feeling, a déjà vu,

I do not remember how many times I've been through.

I escape the present. I do not live in the future either. Or the past.

There are other dimensions or galaxies trying to hide me, from who i am.

From what you see me.

I depart my soul my sight from you.

You blame me I change as quickly.

I hate love and I love hate,

Oh I miss your love was such a façade, I agitate.

To this point I see,

No one as I walk down the street.

Familiar faces fade forever,

I am left with the crowd, unseen.

To the paper cuts now getting dark and deep,

I made myself so numb,

My mind taking me places with the faces unseen,

Soon they will too depart like all and none.

The paper cuts bleed and I still smile,

I see no reason for the sorrow or to be afraid,

I've been dying so you could cry and mourn,

But I see no one, how do I celebrate,

How do I celebrate...