If I'm alone
And if I don't talk
And if I just act OK
I wondered if anyone would notice
If anyone would stay
But in the end of all things
It dosnt really matter
Because in the end
We are all truly alone.

Your eyes tell a story
And I just want to listen
But the way your lips are moving
It's making everything confusing
Your eyes are screaming
There must be so much pain
But the smile that's always on those lips
Makes it hard to hear but when they slip
I can listen well
And I can hear the words your lips never tell
I can see in your eyes
And I think I'm beginning to realize
Who you really are
Its not all that hard
You just have to shut your ears
And spot out the lies
You paint for everyone to see
And just look at your eyes
Which have meant so much to me
And slowly I see
Who you really are
And I don't know the full picture
And I can't pretend to know you well
But its not like
That isn't the intention
But I want to get past
This constant mask
And see into your eyes
And have your lips and eyes match
And be able to tell when they don't

Those moments fueled by pain
It had just started to rain
No sun was seen in the sky
I was being passed by everyone walking by
No one knew my struggles
No one saw the tears
Or how I made it through the years
Dragging that knife across my skin
The blood would always win
So I figured it would be best
To end it like this
With the slashes on my wrist
And the blood would get to be
The final thing I would see
So I walked until I was alone
No where near any home
And I pulled out the knife
Prepared to take my life
But before I could
I just silently stood
Staring at my wrist
Thinking of this
And how I would never again see
My friends, or family
And sure I thought no one cares
So why does it matter?
But one friend had talked to me
And began to teach me to see
The world a little differently
And I thought of how this would affect
And I thought of those people who smiled and waved
And never knew the darkness I craved
And how I wondered how I would feel
If they were to do the thing I was about to do
And I started to cry
And though my heart
Still longed to die
I no longer had the strength to even hold the blade
And so on I lived
And some time later
Im glad I did
It has always been hard
But life is so much more than what it seems
It always has more in store
Than what we see
And for almost the first time
Im glad to be alive.