What if every smile you saw on my face was a lie.
Every grin was just a sin that hid my depression.
What if everytime I say I'm fine was a lie.
Every fine was just a secret that hid my bleeding wounds on my thigh.
What if every step I took towards you was a lie.
Every step was a step backwards into my grave.
What if everytime I told you I wanted to Die wasn't a lie.
Everytime I say it brings me closer to the edge, to tasting the freedom, the pain relief.
What if I told you that nothing will change that.
How would you feel?
Cause I don't feel anything anymore.