Red, the color of blood, the color of my nails.
I paint my nails red so the thought of my blood is already there.
I want to slit my wrists , and yet I'm still here.
Can you see the pain? Can you understand?
I was hurt I was dead.
I am dead, and yet I'm still breathing.
If I died, truly died would you cry? Would you miss me?
If I died would I cry? Would I miss being alive?
I have all these questions.
No one understands my pain.
I'm broken, and they guys who touched me, who hurt me are the only reasons why.
I could handle being called names, getting made fun of, all that didn't matter.
Until the day I died but I was still alive.
I cut, I stopped eating.
Nothing ever got better.
Is it me? Why am I like this?
The smile you see is just as dead as me.

1,2,3,4, 20 I hold my breath,
My heart beating the speed as if I was running.
I need air, the water pushing my body up.
I take a breath collect my self.
1,2,3,30 I keep holding my breath until my body tells me enough is enough, heart still racing, I come up for air and I'll I feel is myself alone once again, no one around to save me no one around to hold me. No one to see how much I'm hurting. It's just me and the water.

Where am I? Where should I be?
I'm standing here, looking out to sea.
The waves crashing, and yet all I think of is drowning.
I can't handle the sadness, I can't handle the pain.
He keeps touching, I try and pull away.
1,2,3,4 I'm left alone on the side of the road.
Trying to figure out what just happen
I got lost in my thoughts, and yet I didn't feel so alone.
I could feel him on me every single time I shut my eyes.
I'm lost, no one knows, I wanted help but I'd rather be alone.