Sometimes anger boils inside of me.
My heart is lava and my love acidic, but I still laughed when they called me an The Idiot.

Sometimes Happiness doesn't win.
People say keep your chin up, but how am I supposed to do that when an Anchor is tied to my thoughts, dragging me deeper into the depths of depression.

Sometimes the knife knocks at my mind.
I can't help but to make the cuts thrive and everyone is trying to be kind, but little do they know the thought of that knife still resonates inside.