soulless body

beautiful life,heart warming scenarios through good or bad,no tear streams one cut feels like a loving father's soul cutting my wrists turned into a hobby watching my blood drippin' scratching my heard till it bleeds feel like rippin' my skin out wanna scream my lungs out can't cry,my tears courses their tears blamin' my freaking self,oh I hear voices trynna shut'em down,what's the use of running coz they make me who I am shh don't cry out here...you might be called names monsters ain't born,they are made but not every monster hunters and cut bodies open some monsters are their own horror....every Arthur has a soul trynna crack down care free souls,but afraid of hurting and seeing tears heart lava blasts with love but unrecognized