Jan 2012
There is blood on my sheets,
A knife in my hand,
A cut on my stomach,
Yet no one will understand.
My happiness is all an act,
I don't want to be alive,
You're pushing me away,
I cannot survive.
A knife in my hand,
A cut on my stomach,
Yet no one will understand.
My happiness is all an act,
I don't want to be alive,
You're pushing me away,
I cannot survive.
