honestly for me, in the light of the day
its easy to act as if the pain has gone away
but when I sit by myself in darkness at night
holding that blade, wondering if they're all right
a ****, a *****, a liar, attention seeker, a ***
no one could ever love me, trust me I know
pushing me to my limit, making me cave
tracing scars, making them fresh, digging my grave
imagining the tears I'd shed if I knew how
wishing I had the strength to pretend I do, now
reaching out, but receiving no help anymore
hoping someone will notice my unlocked door
do you see me standing here crying out to you
do you hear my voice, its cracking, I'm through
waiting, begging, dying when I'm alone
why is it I have to do this on my own?
red lines bleeding out, white scars
the darkness isn't so bad, I can almost see the stars