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Feb 26
Ive never been the open type
The one to say how im feeling
i let people walk all over me
And it leaves my head reeling

I tell everyone i love them
So no one will know
If i truly do
I cant let it show

My face is a perfect mask
But my eyes are cliches
If you look into them
Youll see my emotions in rays

Girls and guys alike seem confused
When i tell them my confession
They see my sadness
My dear friend depression

So they try to help
But they know nothing
Of the cuts on my wrists
That show my suffering
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