Can anybody hear me
Behind this glass that seals me
From ever, ever feeling
Anything at all?

I watch myself put on a tough front
Fake smiles are an easy stunt
They come so naturally now
Even though there's no feeling to them

My laughter peels out perfectly now
You can barely hear the strain in my voice
That any joy for me is a choice
To protect those around me
From ever discovering how I really feel
On the inside
Where I hide
All my pain

My only gain is that, you're all blissfully happy
Never knowing my suffering
Just continue laughing
And living
And I'll continue surviving

Time flies by
Faster than my eye
Can see
But I don't have the energy
To even get up every morning
Or even to do any small, insignificant thing
That everyone else does within a second

To breathe
To open my eyes
To even blink
To my surprise
Is far too taxing
On my mind

So I just sit and pretend that I'm
somewhere far more nice
Until that day where that dream becomes a reality
Overwhelming grief will soon be joy
All my tears will soon be dry
And when I die, I'll be with God

Finally happy

Finally happy

I look at the mirror
Completely disgusted
My face is too clear
It should be busted

So I punch my cheeks
And yank out my hair
One of my many self-harm streaks
Should I even dare?

A pair of scissors
Right below my fingers
Should I pick it up
And if I do, where should I cut?
I look around my body
And find my arms empty
Of much needed punishment
So I attempt to cut my flesh

But I couldn't bring myself
To break through my skin
So I put the scissors back in
And cried again
Begging for some kind of help
But I never got it
And I never will