why has everyone always got to be so mean
when they see me crying, it only makes them keen
and when they the scars engraved upon my wrist,
the sentences they create hit me harder than their fists

i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be born
i'm just grateful that after i'm gone, i can't respawn
i wish i wasn't in this world too
i don't deserve a single breath as much as others do

it breaks my heart
to see innocent people part from their families for death
i should be the one it takes
my death would make everyone feel better
and i wouldn't need to write a letter
because i'd have no one who would care to read it
who would care about why i died
who would blink a single time

i have no one there for me
no one who knows everything about me and doesn't think i'm crazy
i'm surrounded by people but i'm still so alone
i smile so much, but people don't know
that everytime it will always be fake
just another meaningless face i'll make
my smile doesn't mean anything
just because i smile, it doesn't mean i'm happy
if you saw my scars as well as my smile
it wouldn't take you a long while,
to see how i truly feel.