But everyone sees this fake facade of me Not knowing how I really be Always wanting to cut my skin red And even some nights just put a gun to my head
But as long as the publics happy, as long as yall are cool Yall don't see the pain inside me the grown into a beast A beast that never can be tammed Who would ever love a ****** girl like me?
The one who says she's "happy", one who says she's "fine" When in reality all I don't want is to be confined Pushed into a dark corner, force to see no light Suffocated by the darkness, slowly adapting
All I wanted was to feel someone's touch But instead I feel the touch of the bottle pressed against my lips
I wish people could view me as a person who isn't happy, secure, and well balanced
Not seeing the darkness underneath
The same darkness that tells me to pick up the knife And slice the blue apple into a million parts Praying for myself to pick up the pieces Before these dark thoughts overcome me
Continuing the cycle of self-abuse Knowing that no one will ever love me Because how can they when I don't love myself
Myself that I've been with for X amount of years I don't know why Im still crying these same **** tears The tears of emptiness and no emotions That manifests to loneliness
The feeling of common feelings That heartache and irrational Thoughts and figures that appear
I know that death is easy, sounds like pure bliss However the darkness of the smoke fills my head It clouds even the easiest parts of me
The very same smoke that suffocates me as I slowly adapt That's pushed me into a dark corner where the light doesn't reach Confined by the reality that I don't want to be in
"She not okay, she's not happy nor fine"
The ****** girl that will never find love Transforms into a beast that has been freed That uses its pain to feed off of To avoid depriving the publics happiness to feed on
Some nights I want to use the gun instead And start to see my pretty skin turn red But I don't know how it's really suppose to be To live in a word without the fake facade of me.