People ask me why I don't cry
All I say is I don't try
Because every time I do
People say, "What's wrong with you?"
They ask the question, then they leave
I'm left wiping tears on my sleeve
So I ignore that and go home
And I am left all alone
I take out my blade and say
"No one cares, do it anyway."
I've learned to ignore the pain
Where do you think I got my fame?
From cutting my wrists and hiding it
Hiding the cuts, telling the fibs
No one knows the secrets I hold
Because I'm just not that bold
I havent told my friends, my mom
I'll hold them til my life is done
They're secrets that I can't explain
They say why I hide my pain
I just want to be loved and hugged
To be told someone's proud of what I've done
But no one's said that, no one sees
That without any of these things
I'll never feel accepted, I can't believe
Anything people say to me
It's just too late to undo what's been done
The clouds of my life hide the sun
This might sound stupid, even dumb
But to other people, this is fun
They like to tease me, they want to see
What this hell has done to me
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