Waves crashing, upon my heart,
All I've come to know, was ripped apart,
My clean arms, have bleeding scars,
My thoughts, have been butchered,
Emotions never ending, bottled up inside,
The screams you never hear, the ones I always hide,
In this lonesome room, yet another,
Suicide.

They say to hide my scars
But I don't want too
They say it's OK
But it's really not
They say I'm crazy
But I'm completely sane
They say that I don't try hard enough
But I try my hardest at everything
They say I don't know what pain is
But I fight battles everyday
They say who am I battling
I say myself...

1, 2, 3, 4
My body, I can't feel no more
5, 6, 7, 8
Always filled with hate
9, 10, 11, 12
This world is a living hell
13, 14, 15, 16
Crippled, and non existing
17, 18, 19, 20
I better run, I know you're coming
21, 22, 23, 24
Someone's banging on my door
25, 26, 27, 28
It's the police, they have come for me
29, 30, 31, 32
No more crying, I'm done with that ****
33 34, 35, 36
I have hung the rope, and said my goodbye's
37, 38, 39, 40
I have jumped, and I have died
41, 42, 43, 44
45, and so much more
as I fell, they just yell
"I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL!"

I'm a ghost and everyone knows it.
Peoples words flow through me at high speed.
People walk through me as if I wasn't there.
Who am I? Who was I?
Is this even real or is this just another dream, another nightmare?
Another death, or a new beginning?
The roses blossom and everything starts to get better.
But one day a twister hits and I the ghost is blown to bits.
My wrists are bleeding, tears a flow.
As I say to myself "Its time to go back to my world of other ghosts."
I say "Its been fun.  I'll miss you all."
As I close my eyes, and i fall.
But this isn't goodbye, and that's all.

I wanna take a leap.
I wanna down a drink.
I wanna run away from this sickness that tortures me.
I'm wallowing in the screams.
Not aloud to cry.
So I make up with a sharp knife.
Grabbing my last hope of relief.
I take my pen.
I tear it apart 'til there's nothing left but the spring.
Letting, letting  the blood flow hiding it with a white sheet.
Staining my shirt sleeve a crimson red.