My soul...

Can you see my soul,
this corpse,
It started with a scar,
You see where my heart was?
this gaping hole...
It's kind of healed over,
It's not where the bloods from,
Where is my flesh?
Well nobody ever fed me...
Starvation wasn't really that bad,
atleast I no longer have to bother,
Food I don't need,
I only take it to excrete it...
Now you ask about my eyes,
How they can go so cold?
They've seen a world of trouble,
Even when torn out,
They only brightened...
My silence,
it's nothing, only my understanding,
I know everything,
Don't you?
I had to learn fast,
Or I'd never been able to dodge,
Not that I'm perfect,
You see these scars,
I've made my mistakes,
This oozing blister...
...or that festering gash,
Well I make them everyday
OH now you notice my wrists,
I've tryed so many times,
I like to play tick-tack-toe,
The blood,
Oh yes...
look lower than my eyes,
under my sneering lips...
I slit my own throat,
I was only 7...
They didn't care,
they left me alone,
Yes, it's still bleeding,
I'm always flowing out,
I told you I was dead,
Now do you see?
ARE YOU SATISFIED??????