Cut me open and I won't bleed,

Cut me open and you will read,

All of my poems and all my writing,

And all the fears I've been fighting.

I won't scream when things go wrong,

Another excuse to shout, is what I long,

I'm sorry I'm so introverted,

I make everything seem deserted.

My social skills are down to zero,

Even if my online life seems like a hero,

But I'm no longer that person today,

Talking out loud? No. I have nothing to say...

I want to say something, please let me speak,

But that's not how I work, I'm feeling defeat,

I want to say again, please let me apologise,

"Please help me up?" - "No." I'm trying to rise.

You strike me down, like a bolt of lightning,

You can't stop what I say from fully igniting,

I'll rise above my grave, full of flesh,

Then you'll regret, when I return to suppress.