The eyes around me are so blind.
They dont see what i hide.
I wanna scream for help.
But will anyone really care.

My heart is tattooed on my sleeve.
Can you fix whats made to be broken.
I cant fix myself even though i try so hard.

Everyone thinks im fine.
I hide it very well.
But what they dont know is...
IT ONLY HURTS TO BREATHE..
I dont think it will ever stop.
It buries me alive.
Im suffocating.


My heart is tattooed on my sleeve.
Can you fix whats made to be broken.
I cant fix myself even though i try so hard.

I wanna scream and punch things.
Just so someone can realize.
IT ONLY HURTS TO BREATHE.

I fight back these demons that i have inside.
Everyday its a battle field.
Just to get out of bed.
To start my day.
When i just want to lay down and make it all go away.

Take this any way you want.
Im just writing the facts.
Im not a victim.
Nor do i try to play one.
Im a fighter and a survivor.

But i can not be a fighter anymore
I can not fight these demons anymore


My heart is tattooed on my sleeve.
Can you fix whats made to be broken.
I cant fix myself even though i try so hard.

IT ONLY HURTS TO BREATHE