head pounds
hands shake
dont  know
how much more i can take.

In a world like mine you have to understand my logic on:
Darkness and Demons
Hate and Love
Blood and Death
Being a ***** and just Protecting
Not giving a crap and Giving up

And most of all you have to understand ME so if you don't understand me and refuse to get to know me....Well you have no right to question my logic and you certainly have no right to question a world like mine.

I don't think people realize that I just want to be held
Because I'm scared and anxious and nervous and stressed
Please please please please hold me.
It seems as though everyone has someone to hold or be held by
It seems as though when people look for someone to give affection to its never me
*They look the other ******* way and I don't think they know how each time I feel even more unlovable then I already felt

Does it ever just hit you?*
Do you ever cry not because of the physical pain you say you are in
But your mind sends you a quick *reminder?

To the point,
Where I really hate myself,
And don't even want to look in the mirror,
To the point where I don't give a **** anymore,
To the point where I know I'm worthless.
To the point you can't change my ways in looking at myself.
To the point where I want to tell you, I'll be dying soon.
To the point where I can't wait to get to my grave.

I seem happy, right?
You see no cuts on my wrist,
Only the smile on my lips,
You hear me laugh, you see me smile,

But did you take time to look in my eyes?
Did you see the emptiness, the darkness?
Did you check my hips?
Darling, if only you opened your eyes, you could see,
I was dying inside..